All in a day… I remember my father’s death. I rejoice in the birth of grandchildren. I remain aware and prayerful for my adult children. All these moments…what do I do with all these cares?

Meditating on truth about my God grounds my emotions stirred by the cycles of life… - the holding close while letting go - the joy of presence with the grief of parting - the certainty with the unknown - the helpful hands-on times with the helpless out-of-reach times - the comforts of home with the hardness of a journey - the answers to prayer with the impossible requests - the desire to bless with the limitations of time and resources - the surety of God’s call wi

Though I see the sun shining where I am- The rumbles of dark clouds hurt my ears- Voices of those in the path of the storm Questioning, crying “Why?” with hot tears. The cardiac pressure rises, yet again; How can I diffuse this tormenting pain - Metastasized across countless hearts- Trust shattered by sin and its shame?

When my father passed away, I became keenly aware of the relationship that I no longer had on this earth. Grief became a recognizable companion in my life. As I began to explore the facets of grief, I realized I shared deep “daughter grief” with many women – even though their stories looked different from mine. Difficult, disconnected, or deserted relationships also carries grief of loss that lingers. In every form of father-loss, there is a deep joy in relationship with our

It has been scientifically proven that when we are “triggered,” we can train our brains to choose the grateful road to travel…

My thoughts upon hearing the current song “String Cheese” are penned. Have you heard the song written by Heather Harper?

After the fire… 8 years ago… Only the Lord knows the gamut of mixed emotions I’m feeling as I saw this picture today.

When Veteran’s Day is remembered each year, my thoughts naturally go to my own father who has moved to Heaven ahead of us.

Seven years ago on October 6, about 7:00 pm, the parsonage caught on fire while we were home. We did not have renter’s insurance…

Grief written in words offers release to our own souls and connection to strengthen others.

Grace to mourn the absence Of past gifts from His hand; Grace to grow strong in the Lord With faith and courage to stand. -jlw