Humbling & Healing

Humbling & Healing

If I had to summarize my experience in 2021, it would be both humbling and healing. I was humbled in ways I have never been before. Post reconstructive surgery, I needed help to drive, to get to appointments, to shower, to wash my clothes, and to remember what day it was. I am fiercely independent…

Home Safety?

Home Safety?

Laughter is letting go if even just for a moment and believing in better things. Laughter is a bubbly, effervescent form of hope. Laughter can be defiant of one’s current circumstances and a confidence that they can change. Laughter can demonstrate that no matter how dark the night is, that the dawn is coming, and joy comes in the morning (Psalm 30:5). I laugh not because all is well right now, but because all will be well.

You Are Seen

Mother’s Day is complicated and full of contradictory emotions. There is the joy and celebration of new moms, proud grandparents and generations brought together. Tiny snuggles. Milestones recorded. Love abounding. I celebrate with you. There is the disappointment of strained relationships between parents and children. Poor communication. Regrets and resentment impacting relationships. I forgive with you.…

Easter Saturday

[I’m reposting this. It is one of my favorites!] I love books. Just one visit to my house will confirm that fact. I love re-reading and re-living a beloved novel. I love the pages which have become wrinkled with interest and vigorous page-turning. I love the crease in the spine which allows the book to…

Juxtaposition

Juxtaposition is one of my favorite words. It ranks in my mind alongside onomatopoeia, hyperbole, and synecdoche both in multi-syllabic rhythm and definitional genius! Juxtaposition is the perfect term for certain situations. It is a noun meaning “an act or instance of placing close together or side by side, especially for comparison or contrast.”  Two things that shouldn’t…

Easter Saturday

I love books. Just one visit to my house will confirm that fact. I love re-reading and re-living a beloved novel. I love the pages which have become wrinkled with interest and vigorous page-turning. I love the crease in the spine which allows the book to lay flat, opened to my favorite scene. I love…

The Story of Me, Part V

My life isn’t what I’d expected. If you’d asked me a decade ago where I’d live or work, you’d have gotten a different answer. But I am thankful. I am thankful for the darkest of times. Though 2006 was a difficult year, it was perhaps the most formative series of months for me personally. It…

The Story of Me, Part III

The dark, mournful, mostly unknown story of me, continued. Keep reading. It gets happier! I found people who would sit and listen. People who could discern when they needed to speak and offer wisdom or verses or song lyrics, and when they just needed to hug me and offer tissues. I am so thankful for…