A poem about the grief Facebook aroused The photo stops me scrolling. My breath catches in my chest. The tears well in my eyes. You were a sleeping babe in the arms of my mother. Warm, safe, content. Omama looks … Continue reading
Years ago, my husband and I had our house up for sale and planned to return to the area closer to our hometown. As it was over 2 hours away, we would spend our weekends scouring the “Homes for Sale” … Continue reading
My change of heart after my family attended a church-sponsored event We sat elbow-to-elbow along a slim folding table. I counted 8 noodles in my soup. My stomach rumbled as we left the church hall. The next evening at … Continue reading
Following my father through the Christian story He stood, head tilted up, looking at the figure of Jesus condemned to death. His lips moved but I heard no sound. He closed his eyes. I closed mine. He stirred beside … Continue reading
The Aha Moment I Experienced When My Granddaughter Made the Sign of the Cross Growing up in the Catholic church I learned to make the Sign of the Cross before and after my prayers. This motion is made by touching … Continue reading
I love to read my Bible. I especially enjoy reading the New Living Translation (NLT) Life Application Study Bible as it offers notes that help me to understand the culture, history, and context of what I am reading. But there … Continue reading
Winter break. School is out, snow is falling, Christmas is coming. Yet my young heart is lonely. Surrounded by family A dark shadow never leaves. Restful sleep eludes me. I am bored. I am teary. I step on my bed … Continue reading
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful (Hebrews 10:23 NIV). She crawls into my thoughts as I lie in bed on the edge of sleep. I see her reach for her brown … Continue reading
Things of speed in East City Peterborough Sledding through powder down Armour Hill. Skating after a puck on the Lift Lock canal. Spinning on the merry-go-round at James Stevenson Park. Chasing after the Dickie-Dee ice-cream cart. Jumping off the … Continue reading
I had once thought it pretty I had my own rosary. A string of prayer beads with a simple cross. I thought it pretty. Something to wear to a special event maybe. A treasure to bring comfort and peace. But … Continue reading