Sometimes the simplest things are the most life-changing.
It’s been exactly a year since we got The Call. In some ways, it seems like forever ago, in others, I can’t believe it has been a full 12 months. In the space of that year, I’ve watched the family transform: allowing memories to fill in spaces where a body sat, speaking freely of personality traits or quotes, choosing to celebrate a Christmas gift one last time without him.
And…when I do see them? When I share in laughs and stories, when we talk about troubles or share advice…I remember. I remember that I miss them.
Are you praying for a miracle? Did it ever occur to you that maybe God wants you to be a part of it your very self?
I don’t recognize the writing. I don’t recognize the return address. I rip open the envelope that came in the snail mail to find a hug on paper. There wasn’t a long note inside. Just a small quote and it was signed “thinking of you this week.”
Golf is the four-letter word of sports. Growing up playing golf does something to you. Something deep.
I often struggle when I see people respond to this question. Are they really praying? Is it just a nice thing we say to one another to make us feel better? Do we really believe in the power of prayer?
Did you abandon your New Year’s Diet yet? That’s the problem with diets: they take a lot of work, they aren’t any fun and they are hard to maintain.
Apparently, my family needs to eat every, single day. I think I would like cooking if I only had to do it a couple times a week.
It’s December and I’m kind of annoyed. Every day, my email inbox and my mailbox alike are full of requests for donations. My social media feed is full of Random Acts of Kindness and causes to give to and mushy good stories. What the…?!? The reason I’m annoyed… …is because I’m wondering where all of this…
“FOCUS! Breathe…ok, now PUUUUUUSH!”
“Focus on a small point in front of you and it will help your balance.”
“Focus in the distance and it helps keep you in the middle of the road.”
“Focus on your homework.”