For all that is good. For all that is Holy. For all that is sacred. I lift my face. For all who weep. For all who mourn. For all who have lost. I lift my voice. Between Friday and Sunday there is lament. Distress. Regret. Grief. Between Friday and Sunday there are tears. Weeping. Wailing. … Continue reading For All that is Good
Resurrection Day
Scraps of Paper
I have spent the past two days going through scraps of paper in my Aunt Betty’s house. As she moves closer to the fullness of life beyond this temporary body, going through her things seems an invasion of privacy. Yet, I have learned a lot in these past two days. Going through scraps of paper … Continue reading Scraps of Paper
Whispers on the Wind
For the first time ever, there were no Easter baskets at my house today. There will be no celebratory meal either. I didn’t buy a special dress. Before the dawn, I dressed in blue jeans and a sweat shirt, grabbed a coat, chairs, and blankets and headed for the hills. As we climbed, the full … Continue reading Whispers on the Wind
