Grief Shared, Grief Diminished
I am in a good place right now. But there are no guarantees. I don't know my future, but I know the One who does.
Take Time to Mourn
There are numerous kinds of mourning in our lives every day. I encourage you to do as William Shakespeare recommended several hundred years ago: take the time to mourn. Then you will mend.
Three Thanksgivings
There are many Thanksgivings I could write about, but I'm going to focus on three. Each one very precious. One..... The first Thanksgiving I'm recalling took place thirteen years ago on November 25, 2005 in a hospital room in Portland, Oregon. It was a quiet one with my first husband, Bill Rudberg. He was very ill [...]
Tomorrow Comes the Song
You can hope for tomorrow, when you will enjoy the song. Whether your loss is divorce. Death. Terminal illness. Chronic illness. Loss of a job. It hurts. Badly. Unendingly. But tomorrow....comes the song.
He Is Our Strength
I'm so glad I can put my trust in the God who not only made everything, He is everything. And He cares about me!
Grandma’s Rolling Pin
Grandma has been gone for more than forty years. She listened to everything I wanted to tell her. Played games with me. Laughed at our silly jokes. When we talked, she focused completely on me--something special when growing up in a large family. What are your memories of your grandma, nana, nonnie, granny, or grammie?.....
The Presence of Absence
One day, though, the sun will peek through just as the fog was dispelled on my early morning walk last week.
Love Hurts–But It’s Worth It
They said goodbye here on Earth but this is not the end, but the beginning of eternity for Chuck. We'll see him later--on the other side.
I Will Trust
There have been many times that I've been afraid in my life. As a young child, the fears were different, though no less great than my adult fears. As a youngster, I was terribly afraid of the dark.
Consider the Lily
I love the long days, longer twilight, and warm evenings of summer. But without anything I can do, the days shorten. I hear the crickets sing at night as I take one last stroll around our yard. The days are marching toward a new season--and I can't stop the march.