From an article originally posted April 16, 2013…
Over and over yesterday on the news, the short clip of the bombings kept playing. I continued to watch the events in horror. Out of the first plume of smoke a bunch of yellow balloons lifted into the air. All evening my mind speculated over that chilling image. My heart ached at the thought of a proud child letting go of those treasures in pain.
I struggle with jealousy in a way I have never experienced in my life. I look at people and long for carefree thinking. I long to be anxious over things like my weight, kids’ behavior, education, politics, the environment, or farming and food production. I never have been much of a worrier. I rarely struggled with anxiety or getting stuck in my head. Certainly, I experienced these things in the intense moments of life, but not on a regular day-to-day basis.
From an article originally posted April 4, 2013…
The sun is shining, spring is showing herself more welcome and lovely than ever. I, on the other hand, want to hide in my bed. Rough nights and fearful mornings have plagued me. Keeping life at a hurried speed has not stopped my coming reality.
From an article originally posted April 2, 2013…
Easter was humbling. That’s the story of Easter. Humiliation exalted. A cruel death, an unbelievable resurrection. Life restored. Freedom proclaimed to this captive. Praise be!
From an article originally posted March 9, 2013…
Last week our friends from Denver came down for dinner. While my friend and I were cooking, the guys were hiking, and the kids were playing, the boys passed through the kitchen. Their little boy looked squarely at me and said, “Are you done with the cancer yet?” I wasn’t sure what he said, and he’s so darn cute so I asked him to repeat it. Sure enough, “Are you done with THE CANCER yet?”
