The air is warm and still, but not heavy. My grandkids swim in the little lake with their siblings. Wisconsin Summer.Music at the park.Classic rock played by a local busker filling the air, mingling with the scents of burgers and hotdogs on the grill.Boats float on the spring-fed lake, fishing lines being cast. Jet skis zoom and skid across the flat water. So many neighbors around us; A father...
I will be back;
And we will be glad, you and I,
because that means that we have survived.
In the mean time, we pray, you and I,
and hold onto His promises.
I promise.
Blessings!
Hannah
One wore a helmet. One left his helmet on the ground. One was riding to earn trust. One was riding because trust had been lost. One came home early just to check in. One will not be sleeping in his bed tonight. One is striving for healing, as hard as it might be. One is walking away from health, determined to stay in control. Both are loved. Both are prayed for…and prayed for…and...
It may be a tantrum… But it’s only a 1 hour tantrum instead of an all day tantrum. There may be stomping and yelling…. But there’s not any hitting, or throwing, or swearing. There may be sneaking… But it’s only one or two instead of the whole package. There may be stinky armpits… But at least there’s a clean bum. We’ve come a long way...
I felt the contractions, the pushing, the pressure. I heard his first cries of life. I saw with my own eyes. We had a boy. I felt his baby fingers and toes. His fuzzy, curly hair. I smelled his wonderful new-baby smell. I kissed his beautiful cheeks, and his nose. I heard my beloved’s voice coo at his new son. I discussed what we should name him, and I wasn’t so sure about Samuel or...
I dreamt about you again. I could feel you inside me. I dreamt about the passion that created you, and the joy on your daddy’s face. I dreamt that I was in a locker room bathroom peeing on a stick, and how quickly those two lines appeared. I dreamt that my dear friend Melinda was there to catch me when I collapsed in disbelief, because who else would be? I could feel your kicks inside...
You don’t make sense to me. You say all the right things when they are easy to say, and lose it when it really counts. You can go and go and go, never missing a beat and then suddenly explode. I never see it coming. You don’t make sense to me. In the moment you can’t stop yourself. When you speak in love one moment, you touch in anger the next. You are a total contradiction, and...
Wife, mother, chauffeur, referee, teacher, chef, caretaker, etc...All unto Christ.
