In Pursuit
I know now that the Son shines in winter, and joy breaks me open to see it.
The Other Shoe
For Oma Janie and her Pat, whom she and many will miss dearly. It always drops, ya know: that darn other shoe. Just the other night, Jack and I stayed up way too late talking about how hard it is to not live in fear when so many hard things have happened. It’s easy to believe that life is dominated by the drop of that second shoe. It’s easy to believe that happiness is not attainable, peace cannot reside permanently in our hearts. It’s hard to live happily, even when everything is happy. We found a scripture that night that we wrote on our black board at the bottom of…
“Beacon of Hope”
My dear friend, Sheri Blumberg, shared this note on Facebook about her journey grieving her daughter, Tessa. I think it is so important to be highlighting other moms who have survived the loss of their children, and who are fervent in helping others through their pain. Sheri spends much of her time volunteering with the TEARS foundation. Here are her words: After Tessa September 11, 2011 My daughter’s death does not define me. I will not let my life be found in her death. Rather, I will let her life bring meaning to mine. September 28, 2008 split time into two realms for me: before Tessa, and after Tessa. Before…
Caleb’s Different Spirit
But because my servant Caleb has a different spirit and follows me wholeheartedly, I will bring him into the land he went to, and his descendants will inherit it. Numbers 14:24 Please read Numbers 13 & 14 I can’t help but dedicate this to our Caleb, who is already staking his claim in the hills of heaven. I couldn’t be more proud to be your Mama, sweetheart. Godspeed. If you will look back with me over the past several weeks, the lesson to be learned in the wilderness was simple enough: trust God, obey God. The reason that the Israelites spent forty years in the wilderness is because they refused…
Mother of 3
Yet they say, “My Lord deserted us; he has forgotten us.” Never! Can a mother forget her little child and not have love for her own son? Yet even if that should be, I will not forget you. See, I have tattooed your name upon my palm, and ever before me is a picture of Jerusalem’s walls in ruins. Soon your rebuilders shall come and chase away all those destroying you. Look and see, for the Lord has vowed that all your enemies shall come and be your slaves. They will be as jewels to display, as bridal ornaments. Even the most desolate parts of your abandoned land shall soon…
