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When I Am Gone
Shared with permission When I am gone, do not fear my memory. Do not be afraid to speak my name or look through old photographs. Do not be scared to play old videos so that you might hear my voice and see me laughing. Do not be wary of visiting my favourite places or eating…
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Embracing the Mess: God in Our Brokenness
The post reflects a deeply emotional moment where the author confronts overwhelming frustration and helplessness in their life. In a raw outburst, they lash out at God, grappling with their pain. Eventually, amidst chaos, they discover comfort and strength, realizing the importance of remembering past miracles and finding solace in connection with God.
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The House That Built — and Broke — Me
Today, I replayed the song that Miranda Lambert recorded called “The House That Built Me.” Do you remember that one? It’s such a tender idea — a young woman returning to the place where life began, walking through the memories that shaped who she became. But as I listened, I remembered what that meant for…
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A Supper to Remember
Freshly made gnocchi with pumpkin tidbits –
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How do I answer this man who is no longer the man I married when he says, . . .
“I love you.” The man I married was my knight in shining armor. He made my life both safe and wide open at the same time. He taught me how to laugh at myself, how to take joy in the little things, and how to love with abandon. He was my living example of unconditional…
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Sustained!
Excerpt From Prayer Journal – July 4, 2022 – 7:42 a.m. Oh Lord, my God! How magnificent You are! You order my steps in all of my life. You have kept me all these years. You continue to sustain me. In the midst of my grief You are in me and with me. You are…
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Chickens Trump the Day
A Thanksgiving Memory If you were around Fred in Blemont, NC, after 2016, you knew he was the proud “Papa” to his brood of chickens. I could say owner, but that doesn’t quite capture it. They were his little flock of joy. When he decided chickens were his destiny, he started small. He bought two…
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Dementia and Love’s Endurance
On the heels of his recovery from prostate cancer, my husband was diagnosed with dementia. Dazed and bewildered, we sat in the doctor’s office, listening as he explained what to expect in the years ahead. Fred and I clung to each other’s hands, as though they were the only rope keeping us from being swept…
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No One Noticed
Let’s veer from the path of my personal journey today. Warning: Though the poem today is about grief, I will occasionally direct us into other subjects, and not everything will be presented in chronological order. A little background on what you will be reading below: Through Facebook, I read a poem that spoke to me…