How is a girl expected to cram 50 years of influence and relationship into merely a few paragraphs? With a lot of prayer and painful editing.
I’ve narrowed it down to three character traits of our mom that seem to bubble up as a recurring theme in the notes from her beloved friends and relatives who have reached out to us since her passing.
Beauty, Talent and Love.
Read More“Come on. We have nothing else to do today.” My husband begged to take the kids to look at the Horses for Sale. He had spotted the posted sign while we were on a Memorial Day getaway.
An hour later, the owner met us at his field where we talked horses while the kids pushed tall grasses through the fence. They’d squeal with delight at the thrill of having the massive animal’s agile, soft lips pull the shoots from their little hands.
Read MoreSince the beginning of the year, I’ve been participating in a newly released New Testament Bible study program called “Come Follow Me.”
To be honest, though I have loved Bible stories since childhood, as an adult I have skipped around in the Bible, (with a lot more skipping in the Old Testament if you must know) and have never made a serious effort to study its messages.
Read MoreDear Mitchell,
Time is such a strange thing. I believe it was only about five years ago that I received a letter from my dad a few days before my wedding.
I stood in the back of a flatbed trailer with my sister. We were at the county dump.
Our parents needed us for another afternoon of dusty and tedious work. Dad was struggling with dementia and mom had her hands full with her own third bought of cancer. They had moved from their Arizona home of 25 years, to be near their three married children in Utah.
Read MoreOn a road trip with my youngest son, we were listening to the audiobook of Corrie Ten Boom’s incredible WWII memoir, The Hiding Place. One of her stories triggered a memory in me and I pushed pause on the stereo to tell my boy a story of personal sacrifice that daily affects his life.
My grandmother was single most of her life. She raised her five children while teaching elementary school, and supplemented her income by giving piano lessons after school until it was time for dinner. She would then feed her family, clean the house, do the laundry, and prepare for a repeat the next day.
Read MoreA recent yoga practice ended with me sitting on my knees, my forehead resting on the mat.
Soon I wiggled my legs out from underneath and lay on my stomach, with my ear to the ground in a corpse pose. What a relief to be done.
The family was out of the house, and I deserved a cat nap for my efforts.
I didn’t get one. Just as I started to doze, the air conditioning unit clicked on under my ear.
Then I heard a shower start up and water began trickling down the pipes. (What? I thought everyone was gone!)
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