Faithfully Home

  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7 Mom found her way home last Friday, February 15, 2019. Home to her family of 15, home to her husband Evan, and home to her Savior, Jesus Christ. It was time for the dementia to take a hike and for Pauline to feel freedom from her physical restraints. Mom went peacefully in her sleep, a blessing that most of us desire whenRead more

A Cherished Memory of Sue

I always struggle with choosing a personal item for the annual Cherished Blogfest. I tend to feel that “items” are never more important than the people in my life, never holding a value high enough to call it cherished. Except this year is different. A good friend of mine passed away in September from cancer. She battled this horrible disease for a year with unstoppable courage, daily prayer and a beautiful smile on her face. And she left the legacy ofRead more

A Letter to Humanity

Dear Humanity, This is not what our Gods, our spiritual being, our conscience have taught us. We were not born this way. To hate. To espouse bigotry. To injure and maim. To kill and start wars. To pound our fists on the table. We have done this to ourselves and to others. We have not learned to truly love our sisters and brothers, our mothers and fathers, our friends and relatives. And those we see as different. We don’t acceptRead more

One-Liner Wednesday: Beer

“I need a beer more than I need pomp and circumstance.” I’m not much of a drinker. But I like to talk a good story. Last week was crazy busy…and my boss wasn’t even around. By Friday, I felt good about what I had accomplished; however, the stress of it all had my shoulders pinned to both ears. Facebook friends noted that I required a foam roller and a beer. The foam roller and I had a date Friday evening,Read more

Imperfect Relationship

“When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.”   ~Donald Miller~ Mom likes me. Her mind has accepted me as her sister or her friend or the nice lady that comes to visit and holds her hand. When I was younger, prior to the care of mom and dad as they lost their independence, mom had a critical side. She always felt the need to tell others what was wrong, rather than whatRead more

What if?

I see the smiles of familiar faces on Sunday morning, I feel their hugs and I ask… Why do we wait for an hour on Sunday to show kindness and love? What if we hugged our neighbors and strangers and those in pain instead of pushing them away? What if we said a cheery “hello” to everyone we met instead of a passing nod and mumbled “harumpfff?” What if we live to serve others rather than serving our own vestedRead more

Snapshot: I Don’t Want to Grow Up

Discover Challenge: Get inspired by Andrea Jarrell’s post “A Roar for the Ages,” and tell a broad story using a series of short, focused scenes. The Shower I remember the day clearly, walking home from eighth grade with a girlfriend. We were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, next to an apple tree, near where a former house had been replaced by a gas station. Vehicles buzzed past, maneuvering a curve, then disappearing. We were on the verge of ninth grade, highRead more

Let it Be

Mom speaks words of wisdom and she doesn’t know it. It’s wisdom for her daughter. To let it be. I’ve been reticent to write about mom for several weeks. Her dementia has been in a darker place of late, filled with anxiety and worry and sadness. It was only this past Thursday, when I paid a special visit to the woman who still clutches the ratty black sweater, that she seemed in a better place. Mom appeared more alert thanRead more

Of Comparison, Escapism and Avoidance

“How much time he gains who does not look to see what his neighbor says or does or thinks, but only at what he does himself, to make it just and holy.” ~Marcus Aurelius~ On a recent Sunday, my church’s pastor hit a personal nerve with his sermon. It had to do with the three largest words in the title of this post and how comparison and escapism-turned-to-avoidance can be very dangerous for our Christian faith. I would say theseRead more

“I don’t know…”

Time spent with mom has been alternately difficult and smile-inducing the past few weeks. She falls deeper into a mind that forgets days and dates and confuses the people that have consumed her life. Her world-in-the-now grows smaller as her world from the past paints the larger portion of her landscape. I repeat (several times) to mom the day of the week that I’m there to visit and the month of my birthday. And of my brother’s birthday. Mom believes that she missedRead more

Little Green Men

A week ago Sunday, at church, I received a visual aid. Green army men! Score! Although the sermon related to the story of Ruth and focused on tiny victories of faith that lead to the “big win,” my mind immediately went to my brother and our childhood. Since there were no other siblings, we occupied our juvenile time together carving holes in snowbanks, climbing trees, drowning spiders, building forts out of furniture and cardboard boxes, etc. As my brother would have refused tea timeRead more

Black is for Dead People

So says my mother. Mom has a ratty black cardigan sweater that I have been wanting to replace the last few months. It is her “wubbie” of sorts, a cover-up when the A/C is too cold or the heat is not warm enough. It is also in a condition that Goodwill would consider ripe for the “no” bin. This black sweater is full of pills and pulls, linty pieces of Idontknowwhat and a hole big enough for a child’s handRead more