I open the door for a morning walk for the last time in Tucson with confidence that you are about to head home too, but with a confluence of emotions. I sweep away the dead leaves and twigs from the orange tree that have fallen since I swept yesterday. I want the road ahead clear [...]
The house my husband and I live in is the house I grew up in. It is over 100 years old. I’m familiar with leaks and broken light switches. But when the burner didn’t heat up under the tea kettle, I was certain the odds were stacking up against me at my sister's house. I [...]
I was looking in your laundry room for the snowflake pillowcase Arthur asked me to bring to you at the hospital today. Instead I found the shirt you wore the last time you picked me up at the airport and crumbled. I went for a seat outside. After a bit, a buzzing caught my attention [...]
Ever Faithful My God is Forever Grateful I am His
I stood against the wall of the small room and listened as the head resident talked to my sister. A group of interns looked on. “Do you have any other questions?” the doctor turned to me and asked. The day before, we had exchanged a few words and after he left the room, my sister [...]
Little dove, my dearest one, you thought your life was almost done. But when you saw that you might sink, you fluffed your feathers and chirped, “Wait! Think! What about those things God has called my wings...?"
When the world's weight rests on top the weary wounded what have they to do? Climb higher on the wire up towards heaven's view. With words they weep for the afflicted, for they know affliction. And in their pain, songs of mercy sing. So you there; lost in the maze and craze, darkness above and [...]
I watched you for a moment to see if your eyes would open but you were resting. I didn’t want to disturb you. I walked around to the side of the bed to just look into your sweet face. Your arms and hands were so pale, but even after all that you had been through [...]
Sounds like you’re in Dallas. Are you coming or going? my husband texted. I had to smile at that. Coming, I wrote back. They're waiting for a place to park the plane. I snapped a photo from the window to send to him. Hurry! Hurry? I glanced at my phone. I thought I had an [...]
I would not trade my years for youth. I carry troubles as tools, know struggles as my Refiner. I draw Water from the Rock and carry Love in my pocket!