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She lost her mom last night after an unexpected heart attack two days ago. You are never ready to say the most permanent of earthly farewells to such a beloved parent, but particularly not when it’s so...
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five minute “Friday”: adore
photo from shutterstock.com “O come let us adore Him …” rings the Christmas carol from the most unlikely places. Radio, department stores, Target. Everywhere I go, there are invitations to adore the...
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Letter to Grief
All is not calm and bright, is it? This time of year is more often chaotic and dark as we scurry around with our never-ending Christmas to-do lists, flitting from one festivity to another. And for many...
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Letter to Grief (reposted) and a book to purchase
[repost from December 21, 2014] All is not calm and bright, is it? This time of year is more often chaotic and dark as we scurry around with our never-ending Christmas to-do lists, flitting from one...
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The perplexity, fear, and joyful disbelief of Easter morning
Perplexed. Frightened. Startled. Disbelieved for joy. Alarmed. Astonished. Afraid. All of these describe the response of those who witnessed Jesus’ resurrection. Joy is our primary emotion on Easter...
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Five Minute Friday: hope
Even when I don’t find time to write in between Fridays, it is good to know FMF always awaits me at the end of each week. Five Minute Friday (FMF) is a community of bloggers writing for 5 minutes...
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A year ago: remembering tragedy and finding hope
A year ago today, tragedy shattered one family – intruding into an otherwise sunny summer afternoon and stealing two in its wake. Darkness seemed to win, leaving all of us in our church community in...
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What Tragedy Teaches Us (guest post at TGC)
I will always remember the summer of 2014 as one bookended by two tragedies that struck close to home. The first happened on the evening of May 30. As 17-year-old Mark Rodriguez was driving home from...
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for the grieving at Christmas
I still remember the empty ache the first Christmas we spent without my grandpa, “Papa,” we called him. His recliner stood in the corner like a memorial. Laughter felt forced. I kept waiting for him...
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a Sunday prayer
Lord God, You see the weary one struggling to make it through another week, to drag herself into a place of worship – perhaps with a few young kids in tow – and see her now and let her know you are...
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