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Very short story.
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Grief is a process. Some days it’s harder to just keep going.
“The Lord is very near to the broken-hearted, and rescues those who are cr..
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A week ago I wrote a few lines that began with "I wish someone would fire me" and ended with "I wish I could stop writing maudlin poetry." Today I de..
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I PrayedI prayed, Carry me, Lord;He said, Be of good courage.I prayed, Strengthen me, Lord;He said, Believe in Me.I prayed, Hold me, Lord;He said, I w..
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Sometimes I remember things I have never experienced.
My mind wanders over roads I have not taken,
Into meadows where I have never walked.
How can ..
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My cats live in the moment. Whatever they are doing, they do it with complete abandon. When they sleep, they sleep. When they hunt, they do it with..
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Grief comes at odd moments. I sit to write a jaunty tale, but my pen records my heart, not my mind.
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My faith struggles through grief, loss, love, and loss again. He understands. In some unpercieved way, He draws me, my Lover, my Husband, my Friend...
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I wrote this in 2012, shortly after my husband of nearly 42 years was killed. I was struggling to make sense of this new season of life, unwelcome, u..
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The words were drifting through my mind when I awoke this morning - floating like threads through my mind.
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