Wear My Peace
I've learned that to Wear My Peace in the good and bad times is better, though not always easy.
I've learned that to Wear My Peace in the good and bad times is better, though not always easy.
I began to read my Bible. All the scriptures seemed to open up and become real to me. No longer did I read out of duty, but because I wanted to……
This week, we sat and reminisced as we waited in the crowded arena for the graduates to file in. We listened to speeches. We waited for his name to be called. At last we hear it: Austyn James Mozena. Grandchild number six to complete high school.
I'm grateful for families. Weddings. Christmas. Children. Siblings.
God has been so faithful to Jim and I. Many blessings to each of you. Merry Christmas and may each of you find joy this Christmas season.
I've been feeling a bit melancholic the past week or so. Part of the melancholy is that summer is waning.
Just last month, I climbed the mountain for the eleventh time. It wasn’t any easier, even though I’d summited it ten times before. The rocks seemed bigger. I carefully picked the safest and steadiest one. I had to work on my breathing as I climbed. I wanted to stop, sit down, rest, and not go any farther. But I wouldn’t have seen the glorious view at the top. I would have missed high-fiving my two grandsons, my daughter--now forty years old.
I'm getting better. Learning how to live without both of those special men. Learning how to live a new normal. But Super Bowl always brings me back to those sad memories.
I've been on Earth long enough now to know how quickly the years pass.
I realize joy is not always present in our lives. There are hills and valleys throughout our time on Earth. But dear reader, yet again, I am filled with JOY! And God is the giver of joy--and weeping, too. But for today, I will take the joy!!