This morning I woke with praise for the Almighty on my lips. Yes, my head was pounding and my thoughts blurred by sleep. During the early morning hours, I woke a few times before I got up. Each time I thanked God for the day, his graces, or for being my God before fading back to sleep.
Continue reading “Morning Guidance”
On Monday, after a three-day weekend, I was close to being late for signing into my virtual desktop and starting the workday. I dashed into the kitchen for coffee. That first sip of coffee went down smoothly. I paused and noticed the calendar on the fridge read June. I started to flip it to July and saw June’s verse: “For we walk by faith, not by sight.” 2 Corinthians 5:7. Continue reading “Sensory Overload”
What do you miss the most from our life before we shut down our country? Is it freedom to do what you need or want to do? What about connections with your church, family, and friends? How about being able to reach out and touch or to see someone smile? Continue reading “To Touch Again”
During the storm thinking muddles and I battle fear and pain. Once the storm passes, peace settles in the atmosphere. The sky clears to a bright blue. I survey the debris. The actions needed fall into place. God provides the tools I need and I get back to work. Continue reading “Finding Peace”
What a week! I wasn’t sure I would make it through the battle. In the middle of last week, God gave me a scripture. His gift was Psalms 62:6-9: Continue reading “The Cabin in the Woods”
We spent last week in our Mountain Home. On Saturday, in soft summer rain, we headed down the mountain to our Florida home. After chasing a cold front down the Interstate Highway system, we lost it somewhere in Georgia. Today I am missing the cool mountain air. Continue reading “What Did Milly Find?”
My weekend started with the big dresser switch. Can we get it done in one weekend? One son has to work. The rest of us want to recoup from the week. My weekend warrior said “Oh it is so on!” Is that a creak I hear in my shoulders?
This work with my father is full of pain and beauty at the same time. I watch my father struggle and fight the dementia. Continue reading “Learning the Bittersweet: Compassion”
I’m experiencing my first official “winter storm.” This is so different from storms in South Florida. It was exciting, scary, disappointing, and enlightening all at the same time. Continue reading “Winter Storm”
Milly Really! 