Into the Fire {When Mother’s Day is Going to be Different This Year}

Posted by on May 12, 2017 in Journal | 3 comments We sat together over tea last Sunday.  I talked excitedly about my latest adventure.  As you swiped through the pictures on my iPad we marveled at how my feet a walked the land of Austen and Brontë.  We  joked about finding Mr. Darcy around every corner. You told me that day about how you’d been sick all weekend but that you were starting to feel better.  On your way out you wrapped me in...
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25 Years of Marriage and How the Romance Novels Got it All Wrong

Posted by on Feb 15, 2017 in Journal | 3 comments We’ve been married for 25 years today.   25 years we’ve been finding our way back to each other over and over again.  We made it through the first few years of married after the shine of honeymoons and happily-ever-afters began to lose their luster. We’ve weathered financial troubles and many days wondering whether or not we’d be able to pay for the cozy life we’d...
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Trust in the Lord

Posted by on Aug 4, 2016 in Journal | 0 comments “Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.  Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.”  Proverbs 3:56 I’ve read that verse a thousand times growing up.  In fact it was part of the private school logo I attended for most of elementary school days.  Yet, here I am almost 45 years old and I’m still not sure I fully comprehend its...
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Part of the Journey

Posted by on Jul 28, 2016 in Journal | 0 comments It was so cold when my alarm jolted me from a fitful sleep.  So cold in fact, that my first instinct was to re-set my alarm and burrow deeper under the covers, the cocoon of heat from the warmth of our bodies a familiar comfort. I closed my eyes and wished for forty-five more minutes but I could feel my heart whooshing in my ears. How could I sleep? I had heard Him calling and I had spent so...
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Plane Rides (The Whisper of God)

Posted by on May 5, 2016 in Journal | 1 comment I sat next to him on a plane a while back. He boarded with his ukulele and a camouflaged backpack slung carelessly across his shoulders. He couldn’t have been more than 15,  maybe 16. There was still enough boy etched onto his face just there behind the tell-tale signs of impending manhood. The airplane was dark. Except for the light that beamed spotlight-like over his seat. The captain,...
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