Whatever you face today, look for that sunbeam. It’s there and it’s full of hope. The lovely, neverending hope of our unfailing Father.
Thanks for growing with me. ❤
“Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love…”
(Psalm 143:8)
On the left marrying right, the dropping of shoes, and riding out the thumb-twiddling storm.
I was told I have beautiful numbers recently. Yep, I sure was. Believe it or not, this excites me. Actually, it thrills me. Encourages me. It energizes, inspires, and soothes me. And it absolutely terrifies me. All at the same time. Continue reading
On wondering how.
Whatever mountain you may be staring up today, know you won’t be facing it alone. Never, ever alone. “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand” (Isaiah 41:10)
When God just goes ahead and drops that bomb.
I’ve been wrestling with this one for a few days now, not quite sure how to speak. It’s about pain. I hate it. I really, really just hate it. Between years of studying it, Continue reading
On brand new bliss.
I’m sitting on my porch this morning watching the slow sunrise, listening to the birds add their own lovely to the show – it’s breathtaking.
On Understanding Indigo.
I’ve been in excruciating pain this past week – way more than usual. My hips have been giving me fits for the past few months, but this pain has now intensified to Continue reading
On a whole lot of hand-holding.
Blurry, but quite telling. That rebel on the right? Yep – that’s me. Present, yet not really.
She was just seventeen. She was wandering, floundering, utterly clueless. She wanted to do what was right … what was “normal” … what was expected. She really did. But yet she didn’t. She REALLY just didn’t want to. Continue reading
When it’s Nurses’ Week and you have something important to say.
I was just about to begin my shift one morning when it happened. A weary-eyed night-shift friend of mine Continue reading
When it’s Saturday morning and you just can’t get out of the car.
My Monday morning office.
It was still dark as I parked at the hospital Saturday morning. I opened my phone to silence the ringer before going upstairs when I saw a message that we were seriously short-staffed that day. I stared at those awful words for a long moment, then I put my phone back in my pocket, and just sat there.
On being thankful for Dantrolene.
This was just a few days before I found the first mass in his neck.
It’s been 27 years since they took him from my arms and walked away. I remember watching his huge eyes over the nurse’s shoulder Continue reading
