Category Archives: Grace & Hope
the loss of effective parenting.
I see their smiles now easy and free. Peace quiets worry at this sight. And joy fills my heart in the deep of night. Most days lived under our shared roof sprawl out without much difficulty. Comfort and security … Continue reading
together, out of good.
Grant, O Lord, that as we are baptized into the death of they blessed Son our Saviour Jesus Christ, so by continual mortifying our corrupt affections we may be buried with him; and that through the grave, and gate of … Continue reading
together, in the branches.
Nothing beats late nights with amazing friends meandering through conversation of all that was, is and hopefully will be. Of equal irreplaceable delight is waking up late into morning with family and those friends to another day of snowy … Continue reading
acquiesce.
I used to think everything would be all right. .all right And I called it good. Bowed low at the altar of padded pews and neatly folded answers, All was good and all was good. Paths lead gently into tomorrow. … Continue reading
a manuscript, two lives pulled closer together.
After nearly two years from beginning, my manuscript is brushing the rim of done, the first draft at least. The words are all written from start to finish. Re-editing looms and parts may be rearranged and reworked for clarity, but … Continue reading
grace and the girl.
Her tears always kill me. Emily’s a very happy kid who strides light through each day and whose heart presses soft into the relationships and interactions connected to her. She is easy to get along with and has little problem … Continue reading
A Deeper Family :: Grief, 3 little girls and God somewhere.
Recently, I received an invitation to join a team of storytellers focused on drawing back the curtain on family by sharing pieces of life both lived through and learned. I’m quite honored to be part of such a talented team … Continue reading
you write the days.
Everyone has a story. Each day, a page in a chapter; your life written in words that hold more of the form of action than letters. We lose sight of one day certain ahead when our lives sealed up by … Continue reading
2.
Two. What are two years worth? Can days be discarded, undesirable and unwanted ones? In a telling shortness, the two years behind me are worth all that’s ahead. I’ve cursed plenty of those days playing the victim drunk stumbling on … Continue reading
a sacred haunt.
His eyes. They hang in those moments between words, lost. Nowhere do they find rest or comfort, or even familiarity. He shifts constantly for new position in his seat never settled for more than a handful of minutes. He’s not … Continue reading