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 [...]
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.
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 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?.....
One day, though, the sun will peek through just as the fog was dispelled on my early morning walk last week.
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.
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.
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.
It's probably too much to expect being filled with joy right now, but my prayer is for anyone who is reading this that they will be filled with joy and peace.
That first afternoon after driving through the beautiful North Cascades, I felt a little sad and I wasn't sure why. Later, I realized it was because the first time I'd been on this road, I was with another husband more than a decade ago. It didn't mean I wasn't enjoying myself with Jim, it just meant I had a precious memory flit through my brain. Instead of pushing the sadness down, I took some time to remember and be sad
