Time–You Cannot Stop It
When I get those stop-the-time feelings, I remember Who’s in control.
When I get those stop-the-time feelings, I remember Who’s in control.
A sob caught my throat as I realized, yes, this is Marian, the last link to the previous generation.
Maybe you don’t feel like singing. Then listen to music.
We also get to travel and when we come home, we give a sigh and wonder why we would ever want to leave our cozy home with all of its familiar comforts.
Dear friends, if you are in mourning, give yourself permission to do just that. Mourn. Remember the person you've said goodbye to. Weep. Forgive your forgetfulness.
May your Thanksgiving Day be filled with wonder and hope, as mine was that day nine years ago.
I usually didn’t talk about death with Mom.
The phone rang, and I heard Colleen's voice inviting me to join her to hear a piano recital from a renown pianist, Richard Goode. Sundays are difficult for me sometimes. You see, I am by myself, and the best part of Sunday to me was worshipping at church in song and hearing Pastor Paul preach [...]
In my great loss, I have tried to glean any lesson I am learning as I walk the road of grief. This seemed to me a prime example of a tiny human attempt at not wasting the "sorrow" of my dying plants for they are being used one last time.