The sun is out, and after weeks of rain, it is a pleasant feeling to look out into the upcoming year with a bit of sunshine lighting things up. It had seemed dark and dreary for so long with the news and weather cooperating, conspiring even, to bring hopelessness and darkness to everything around me … Continue reading Lift Your Eyes
Fear Not
I have read the Christmas story a few times in my life, actually, probably several times every year since my birth. Which adds up to hundreds of times. This year, so far, I have heard it twice and read it three times. And as is sometimes the case with stories from the Bible, I heard … Continue reading Fear Not
Advent
Once again my heart withdraws. It pulls away, like a turtle pulling into its shell. The world has gone mad. I am convinced of it. My heart aches. It is grieving. I am sure there would be tears…if hearts could cry. Within the groaning comes a sadness born out of loss. Somehow, I don’t think … Continue reading Advent
I am a Hypocrite
I am a hypocrite. Allow me to explain. I have taught my children to believe in a God who protects his children. I have taught them that to be bold in their profession of faith is a desirable trait. I have taught them that to follow Jesus and to be like him should be their … Continue reading I am a Hypocrite
City of Light
Paris. The city of light. The city of love. The city of bakeries, and sidewalk cafes, and rich decadent foods. The city of art, and culture, and history. I weep for you. For your loss. For your broken heart. I weep for your mothers and fathers…for your sons and daughters. My mind does not understand … Continue reading City of Light
Dearest Y Squad
Dearest Y Squad, Your blogs have done it…are doing it. Your pictures too. They are breaking up the hard ground inside of us. Reshaping the way I see the world…the way we all see it. Showing us pain. Displaying vulnerability. Painted pictures of love and of life. Life that is inexplicably hard and the compassion … Continue reading Dearest Y Squad
The Mountain Calls
Mountains call to me. At least that is what I say, because it kind of feels that way. I see them, usually on the horizon, and this thing rises up inside of me that wants to go. It is like a conversation between us, and even though most times I cannot just drop everything and … Continue reading The Mountain Calls
Dearest Great, Great, Great Grandaughter
On our trip to Williamsburg we had the opportunity to go to Jamestown one day. I had been given some information by my aunt that we might have had ancestors there. As we walked around the original site I found their names carved into stone, and then I found their stories in a descendant dictionary. … Continue reading Dearest Great, Great, Great Grandaughter
Weak Moments
They got me at a weak moment. I don’t know if it was the fact that we haven’t had a vacation together in years, or that I was just not thinking clearly…but when the voice on the other end of the phone said, “You qualify for a free trip” I agreed to it. Shortly, after … Continue reading Weak Moments
Roseburg
There is something about violent loss of life that affects me deeply. I can’t really describe it exactly. It is like part of me FEELS it as if it was my own. I liken it to when I miscarried our first child and it felt as if part of ME was missing. Like part of … Continue reading Roseburg
Michelle's Mosaic 