“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed in us.” Romans 8:18 As the jet ascended, Chicago’s city lights overtook the night, light saturating the terrain. It engulfed the darkness, and I marveled at its radiance. Cars became pin pricks in … Continue reading God is Sovereign. I am not.
At six years since his death, the life I had with Jon is an ebbing memory. This anniversary is markedly different than the rest; death feels like different lifetime ago. It may have much to do with hands full with a cute chunker named Hudson. At six years some memories remain vivid, but many of … Continue reading Six Years.
Last night I tossed and turned, waking up bleary eyed and running on fumes. Pregnancy has a whole lot to do with it, for sure. Sleep has gotten weird. But that wasn’t the main thing really. I couldn’t turn my mind off. The tired hamster in my brain ran in circles all night. Today is … Continue reading 5 Years. Grace and Mercy.
He was an irresistible week-old newborn, and it was his first Sunday at church. When his mom held him to her shoulder he bore the trademark “I’m just gonna mold completely to your body” newborn snuggle. Talk about baby fever right there! And then I thought, “That is going to come out of me? That … Continue reading That’s going to come out of me?
Folding laundry may be my undoing someday. Seriously, it’s my least favorite chore. The clothes are clean, and they’re doing just fine over there in a tumbling mountain not hurting anybody, thank you very much. We seem to produce a lot of laundry for just the two of us. My husband is a giant, so … Continue reading For Everything a Season
“But there will be no more gloom for her who was in anguish.” Isaiah 9:1 For me it’s been a year of “no more gloom.” Rather, 2016 has been mostly light and overflowing joy! How thankful I am for such a happy season, a beauty out of ashes sort of year. It’s been awhile since sweet … Continue reading No More Gloom
It was late. I sat on our bed, eyes glued to my phone, unable to stop tracking the results of the national election. I readily admit I couldn’t vote for either of the top candidates, and trepidation crept in at the thought of either outcome. He slid into the room like Tom Cruise in Risky … Continue reading On dancing. And elections.
I snuggled under a blanket with coffee in hand and a stack of well loved, leather bound books beside me. Any day that includes coffee and reflection is music to my slightly introverted and massively introspective soul. Sometimes, I need to reflect on where I’ve been to know where I’m going. Though distinguished in pattern … Continue reading He doesn’t choose the wrong color.
I’ve never been a “dip a toe in the water” kind of girl. I’d much rather jump right off the diving board and embrace the chilly jolt. Everyone knows it’s easier to acclimate if you go all in, right? I tend to face life this way also. Decisions are all or nothing, and apathy isn’t … Continue reading Here’s to the diving board.
Three years after death. An earlier sentiment is still applicable; the passage of time is both an instant and an eternity. I miss him. Of course, I miss him still. How vividly I remember Jon’s hands raised to the Lord, song tumbling forth passionately and sincerely. Overcome by the weight of the words and the … Continue reading Three Years: A song of Praise