Category: The Library
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Tired
Tired. I am tired. I am tired of picking up my phone and crying. I am tired of checking my emails or texts and reading of heartbreak. I’m tired of the weariness of this world. I am tired of the processing and grieving and the pain of loss and heartache. I know many of you…
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Jumpstarting My Heart
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing…
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Of Pulled Rugs and Tapestries
It has happened again. The rug, Pulled out from under our feet and we are struggling to regain our footing. Reeling. Sad. Clinging. I battled fevers, rash (covered every part of me except my soles and palms), and pain last weekend and until the middle of last week. I was on all kinds of medications…
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This morning my Bella read our daily Advent reading to me. If you look closely, you can see the script on the inside of the book, a gift from my dear friend, Bethy. We had to stop several times while Bella read because I was so sick. I’ve been up since four a.m. with nausea…
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The Mountains We Cross
“Trusting God when the miracle does not come, when the urgent prayer gets no answer, when there is only darkness… This is the kind of faith that can be developed and displayed only in the midst of difficult circumstances. This is the kind of faith that cannot be shaken because it is the result of…
A Spring of Joy 