Curated from a Biblical Perspective
No one wants to start off the new year with a serious diagnosis. But in January of 2009, there we sat in the family waiting area of the hospital surrounding my wheelchair-bound grandpa. Because of a new series of treatments, he was lucid and we all talked and laughed like we may never do it... Continue Reading →
My in-laws never let us help pick up the toys and mess before we leave their house after a visit. They say it's part of a grandparent’s joy -the packing up and putting away - a liturgy of sorts, to recount memories made, to relive how imaginations had run wild, and to cherish remnants of... Continue Reading →
The kids that used to drive her crazy were mostly grown and now had driven her to her knees instead. And not just them, but this granddaughter she was helping to raise and the ladies in Appalachian Ohio who knew her but didn’t know her Jesus. So, that early morning when I didn’t think... Continue Reading →
Her mom’s black patent leather shoes clicked over and over on the tile as she tip-toed around the kitchen. The quieter she tried to be, the more magnified the clicking was, reverberating through the house like a clanging cymbal. My mom, a teenager about to become a parent, sat in the living room clenching... Continue Reading →
In those comfortless days, although at the time my eyes couldn’t see it, my hands couldn’t touch it, and my mouth couldn’t taste it, God was answering my prayer for “a sign of [his] goodness.” (Psalm 86:17) He was teaching my heart to hunger. Learning anything is a lengthy process and takes time. Although I... Continue Reading →
There it was. The peace from the angst I’d been feeling. The solution to the weight of guilt I’d been carrying. If God would only answer! Psalm 86:17, “Give me a sign of your goodness, that my enemies may see it and be put to shame, for you, LORD have helped me and comforted me.”... Continue Reading →
We moved around my first 8 years. Making ends meet, keeping cars pieced together, and finding places we’d be welcome. An apartment for a bit, with Grandma and Grandpa for awhile, with one of your friends during my Kindergarten year, then into a nicer public housing complex. Cashiering wasn’t your passion and neither was putting... Continue Reading →
For one of your birthday gifts this year, you wanted to go on CustomInk to design your own T-shirt. You knew just what you wanted the T-shirt to say: “I am made by an Artist.” Your acknowledgement of that truth shot through my heart and struck me deeply. I absorbed the blow and considered why... Continue Reading →
I was driving home from a piano lesson the summer we started dating and noticed that even on an overcast day the world around me seemed more beautiful than I had observed before. It occurred to me that it was the experience of our new love that opened my eyes to see things with a... Continue Reading →
You walked across the stage several times yesterday getting 6th grade academic awards ranking you, in various subjects, at the top of your class of over 100 kids. Your elementary years are over and you are headed to one of the public junior high schools near us, having been invited into their accelerated learning track... Continue Reading →
I didn't set my alarm this morning. Four decades and a year deserves that, right? But I hear the baby in the night and trip over my flip flops, and another child, to get to her and - gross - was that sand I felt fall out of our sheets?! Nights at the soccer field,... Continue Reading →
She labored for you for almost 9 months and then through one long night. You were born at 6:45 that Wednesday morning. She sent me a text right away saying you had arrived and we could come as soon as possible. We were awake, but not thatkind of awake. So we ran in circles for... Continue Reading →
A Museum of Memories 