What kind of love is this?? I mean, really. How could I – this sin-filled, self-absorbed, whiney little weakling Continue reading
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On aching for Sunday.
Early morning garden … new beauty unfolding … promises of new life abundant in the morning’s coolness. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When this morning we’re different.
I’m watching and listening as God makes a morning. I wish you could Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When they just want you to know they’re still here.
She told me she doesn’t remember the day we met. Honestly, I don’t see how she could, she had been so sick when I had admitted her the week before. I had been floated to the PCU that day, Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On 37 years of engineering brilliance, and the finite life of a garage door opener.
So here’s what I’m thinking about today: garage door openers. Suddenly Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When your sleep is actually weirder than you are.
You’re lying there and a slow awareness slips in. That pit has enveloped you again. It’s not comfortable here. Nor is it restful. Or healing. At all. This is not that delicious place where you want to stretch and linger as the new morning dawns. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
Blue eyes and a little black suitcase.
It was around 3PM on a Tuesday when I got the call saying that I had another patient coming from the ED. Ouch. By this point in the day, I had already been juggling a team of five patients for 8 hours. Two of these patients were quite sick Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On circling helicopters, broken hearts, and peace-breathing.
I’m listening right now to police and news choppers hovering overhead. The sound is relentless. Ominous. Heavy with heartbreak. Distinct with the rumble of grief. Apparently there was a suicide this morning at the high school near my home. A student. At 7:48 AM.
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When circles become full, hospitals become home, and you actually land your dream job at 18 years old.
Graduation day. Sorry for the blur, but check out those curls.
It took me 44 years to finally figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. In high school, everybody else was setting goals and making them happen. Not me. I was just restless. Wrapped up in my music, wrapped up in myself. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On yet another goodbye, goat-dreaming, and having your cornbread all confused.
I don’t think he ever quite got over the fact that I grew up eating biscuits for supper and cornbread for breakfast. Continue reading
