The words “I’m sorry” are emotional and empathetic. For me, they have the ability to swing wide the gates to forgiveness.
Me, Mom & Dad
My father lowered his voice and was almost speaking in a whisper as he told me how much he loves me. It was then that I realized that this meeting really was for all three of us. It wasn’t just about me and what I needed to hear. My dad had suffered through his own 52+ years of misery.
Father’s Day Destiny
Following is an entry from my Journal written a few years ago. Last night in Bible study as we practiced how to disciple people, I asked Destiny the “Miracle Question: If God would perform a miracle in your life, what would you ask him?” She answered, “that I would have a relationship with my dad”….
Powerless Against Alzheimer’s
Just when I think of how hard this experience is on the family, I think of her, and realize I can’t fully understand the torment she must feel.
Coloring Isn’t Just for Kids
What used to be a childhood favorite pastime of mine, has now become my new adult addiction.
Storm Out Over the Ocean
One day while my husband and I were vacationing in Belize we were casually walking along the beach. It was midday, but because the area is so rural, and our resort was quite a distance away from the town, the beach was secluded. It was just him and me as far as we could see….
Bread, Milk and Eggs Anxiety
No self-respecting southerner would ever be caught trapped in doors with kids at home and no way to make a peanut butter & jelly sandwich, or cereal for breakfast, or fluffy scrambled eggs. Those are the essentials to sustain cabin fever.
A Nice Blend of Life and Loves
Realizing that life grows shorter with each new day makes me purposeful in how I spend my days.