Ugh… the sun. My last African sunrise. 😦 I woke up to Jamie’s warm skin holding my hand, and looked up to see Gabriel’s big smile. He was headed back to college later, but he told us he was going with us to the airport. I snuggled with him a bit, letting him know how… Continue reading Africa 10 ~ “Ayyy, you loss me today…” 😦
Day 9… Beautiful, terrible, wretched last day Each morning, I feel my hand laying on warm skin. Jamie puts my hand across his face, on the side of his cheek, wraps his hands around mine to lay on his chest, and we lay with interlaced fingers until the heat of the sun coming through the… Continue reading Africa Day 9: Church, Socca, What NOT to wear and Jamie’s jig!
Day 8: Beach Field Trip … No school. No hunger. No worries. Just this. All day, this…
Death beds can be a rudely desperate place. It’s almost impossible to explain. Disappointment consumes your thoughts… your body, heart, and mind all become very, very still. Time stretches long from minutes to hours to days; your mind that used to race like crazy becomes vacant and quiet… plans stop altogether, and all the colors… Continue reading My Cancer Story Part 3: FAITH
My Papa is like Jesus’ cousin. Pretty sure. They’re just that close. Of all the visitors that came to hospital, even leaving their own Christmas Day gatherings to come and console my family, he was the most memorable. Well, he and my sister Stephanie. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and her crying was… Continue reading My Cancer Story, Part 2: Hope
Wakey WakeyFriends!! Soooo, just a quick thought for this morning… Reading Philippians this morning reminded me of some great things… one thought led to another and then to these — 2 CRITICALS that won me over yeeears ago… & keep me daily still: … LOVE & PEACE … LOVE: Because uncondional love~ the generous kind… Continue reading Love & Peace, The Criticals
There’s this song by Damien Rice and part of the lyrics keep playing in my head: “And why do you sing Hallelujah… if it means nothing to you … why do you sing with me at all?” I don’t ever want to do that. I don’t ever want to sing Hallelujah and not mean it.… Continue reading Approaching Easter, in the depths