I feel lostwandering around in this darkness.I know You are here, Lord.I just can’t see you today;can’t feel you.My chest feels tight.My breath, labored.My heart,weary of beating…without him here.I wander the house,trying to do the “next thing”in a house that is too still.Too quiet.I try to keep breathing,to will my heart to keep beating,to find…
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What Is Our Life?
Lately, I have felt tired: harried by the demands of this life, good and bad. In the words of Bilbo Baggins, “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.” (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring) I’m not getting any younger and my body seems to be making this argument…
He has broken through!
It’s Caleb’s 3rd birthday in heaven today. The 3rd one without him here. In some ways it seems like yesterday since he ran ahead to heaven. In others, it feels like a lifetime ago. I woke up early today and drove out to “our place.” Every time Caleb would come home for a visit,…
World Smile Day
It’s World Smile Day. I had no idea. It’s funny how much these days mean since Caleb died. It’s a way to look back and remember. A way to recall the memories, so that they remain vibrant and beautiful. It’s a way to look forward to a time when we will be making memories again….
National Son’s Day 2024: Memories of Tender Love
“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD. The fruit of the womb a reward.” Psalm 127:3 On a cold December day in 1998, we bundled up our first baby boy and brought him home from the hospital. We felt so unprepared for this journey called parenthood. At the same time, I was astonished at…
Let your light shine: A tribute to my childhood pastor, George D. Smith
“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” Matthew 5:16 Two days ago, George Smith passed from the brokenness of this life to abundant eternal life. Known to many as Pastor Smith, George was the only pastor I knew from the earliest time I…
Imprinted
I feel the imprint of your life on mine. As if from afar, I remember my little boy,Squishing into the paint,onto paper…an imprint of your hand. A card made for those you loved,an indelible mark of you.An outward symbol of love:from the tracing left by the handfound so often in mine. You have made your…
Dancing in the Rain
“Our lives have often been painful, yes?So we think life is full of scarcity and not abundance.But then, there are those times when out of nowhere, somehow, the world expresses it’s longing to be whole.And suddenly, God steps in.And we are pulled out of blindness and invited into redemption.” (Mary Magdeline to Matthew in The…
The Eclipse of the Son
On the day of the solar eclipse, we traipsed lazily through the vineyard of a friend, past the lake with its shining waters. It was in the path of totality, and a bunch of friends gathered for the occasion. As we found a spot on the grass with the others, I leaned back, pulled the…
Lift up your heads
This Easter weekend was achingly beautiful. Devastatingly joyful. The days marched onward as we drew nearer and nearer to the cross…Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday. Holy Saturday, Easter Sunday. Easter has been my favorite holiday for as long as I can remember. Growing up, my mom, having been raised in the Catholic Church, loved…