I discovered the terrible loss of a lifetime mate who was the father of my children, was far more difficult than any mountain we’d ever climbed. I remembered those words on the wall by the door in my childhood door: Blessed are you who run to Him. I remembered, and believed. I worked through those lonely harsh days of loss—because grief is work—and began to breathe freely again, just like after a mountain climb and you get to the top.
Our group stood quietly in the gloomy lower place. No one spoke, except our tour guide who gave brief explanations of where we were.
It is the heart that puts distance between us and God. That was written by A.W. Tozer, a theologian from the Twentieth Century. His words are still read by many, including myself. I’m fascinated how he puts things in perspective. For this year, I’m reacquainting myself with the attributes of God. Photo taken somewhere [...]
My normal pattern is to rise before the sun comes up. It is refreshing to awaken to dark skies that are usually calm. Jim (my husband of three years--we were both widowed and after four years met and married) and I sat down last Sunday afternoon with loads of time on our hands. [...]
We’re approaching a new year in two days. Then it’s 2017. I’m not quite ready to leave 2016 just yet. My tree is still up. The beautiful nativity scenes are gracing shelves and buffet. They are the focal point of our celebration because it isn’t about the gifts, the food, even the tree. It’s about [...]
We share the same mother tongue, but often we had a hard time understanding each other. We’ve traveled a lot this year. We began by visiting some of the oldest sites in the world: Jerusalem, Israel, and Turkey, where they consider a new building is something that was built in the 1800’s. We totaled 6,000 [...]
In less than a week, I will celebrate with my Jim our third year of marriage together. We will toast our lives together. We will re-live the past three years. Listen to a recording of our wedding. Talk about the high points of our year. We will rejoice in each other. We’ve been so happy, so overwhelmed with joy. Yet even the joy and comfort we have in our love for one another, we know our life together is temporary.
I'm so grateful we have this third Thursday of November set aside for this giving thanks. I'd like to post some photos that tell the story. I'm thankful for the beautiful sunrises we awaken to some mornings in the Pacific NW. Often it is gray and cloudy, but many times, it is lovely. Isn't the pinkness [...]
Lost Acres... There was once a place called Lost Acres. A family lived there. There was a mom and a dad with children. The children grew up and then brought their children there to play. It was a wonderful place for everyone. Old and young. There was a play structure for the children to run [...]
Yes, that’s right. Today is Friday, October 21, 2016. We’re crossing the international date line tonight and that means we’re going to miss a day to catch up with the Southern Hemisphere. Don’t ask me to explain it, for I can’t. I just know we lose a day traveling west, gain a day traveling east. [...]
