This has been the summer of accepting unwanted realities. Actually, my last few years have been weighted pretty heavily Continue reading
When you can still hear his Amen.
Meet Don Kemp. He came into my life when I was 9 years old and totally rocked my world. We blended two families, moved across country a few times, and went through life together. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On really working it.
Anybody watched the news lately? Maybe driven in traffic? Honestly listened to yourself speak? We’ve become so hardened … so angry … so harsh.
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On learning to walk gently in some really cute shoes.
Ruby Wren – 18 adorable months old
It’s so quiet here today. After yesterday being so full of giggles and snuggles and endless snacks, today just seems unnaturally silent. Almost deafening in its stillness. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
Would I?
My pathway to Jesus has not been fun. Or easy. Or simple. But, wow … has it brought a depth of beauty that I never would’ve known existed.
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On grumpy simple craving.
Sometimes I really want things to just get easier. I can’t help it. I do. I know I probably seem like a bratty bellyacher even thinking like that, but today … I really can’t seem to help myself. Continue reading
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On idiotic checklists and bullfrogs that just matter.
Okay … so confession time. I had something to say last night, and I really didn’t want to spend today (my last day off before working the weekend) sitting inside at my computer. So I sat down right then, and got a few things off my mind. Late last night, I finally hit “publish”, and then went on to bed. Continue reading
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When you’re staring down Monday.
No matter what your profession, there are just some days where a little help is needed to put one foot in front of the other and go do it all over again.
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On missing Gary.
The Gary I remember.
It was just a Tuesday morning earlier this summer – June 19th, in fact. The unit was full of doctors wanting status updates, and I’m that nurse who’s just trying to figure out what the heck is going on because I’ve been off for four days, and I’m still struggling my way back into that nursing reality. That’s when my cellphone rings. That’s when I learned that Gary had died. He was suddenly just gone.
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On letting thieves come in.
I’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. I can’t really attach a name to it other than I just feel quiet. If you look at me from the outside, I can still talk and laugh and function like everybody else. But on the inside … my heart just feels strangely subdued. Muted. Silenced. Hushed. Continue reading
