The Promise.

Sobering, yet exciting.  Awful, yet awesome.  Overflowing with regret, yet bursting with anticipation.  Every year, during Holy Week, I wrestle with these dichotomies as the days tick down to my single favorite holiday of them all–Easter. Christmas is welcomed after endless months of planning, and running, and wrapping.  Thanksgiving comes after days of cooking and baking. … More The Promise.

Abandoned?

I have a confession to make.  Sometimes I get on my knees to pray and {for just a tiny, split-second} I wonder if Anyone is actually listening. In one week’s time, a beautiful wife & mother of 4 young children lost her year-long battle with brain cancer.  That freaking repulsive tumor stripped her of her … More Abandoned?

Listening.

Oops…I did it again. And again. And again… I listened.  I heard the whisper, and I stopped to listen.  It was pleasant enough, at first–soothing, sweet…almost seductive.  It affirmed my suspicions.  Told me all the things I already knew.  It made me feel comfortable. But after weeks listening I began to slowly recognize the voice. … More Listening.

United.

A sweet, hunched-over old lady pushed her cart slowly and deliberately through the aisles of the commissary.  I had been stuck behind her in several aisles and I confess I was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that she appeared to be in no particular hurry.  Rolling my eyes and searching for the perfect moment … More United.