I’m dragging my feet on this part of the journey

You can tell me that every path or journey in life is unknown and I wouldn’t argue with you. But. But, there has been a predictable sense about them. One I’ve watched walk ahead. They’ve marked the way and left signposts of where to turn or when it’s time to stop and rest. They’ve shown me it’s best not to journey alone, even though I still try to make my own...

She won’t eat anything

“Give it to Mikey. He won’t eat anything.” That was the tagline of an old breakfast cereal commercial. If a picky eater will eat it, it must be good. Our granddaughter was that picky eater, limiting her choices to yogurt, peanut butter, cheese and anything sweet for the first few years of her life. We tried to fool her and bribe her into just tasting something new. If you’re a...

Is it fright night at your house?

Daddy stood behind the front door, waiting for mama to walk in. Arms full of grocery bags,  he would jump out at the right time to give her a fright. We were in on his prank and laughed to see his playfulness and mama’s guaranteed jump for the umpteenth time. I wasn’t even in school when I had a dream that woke me terrified. I was spending the night at Granny’s, sleeping...

When Celebrating our Anniversary Celebrates Others

The more the numbers add up and years pass, the more significant our time together becomes. In our society of throwaway everything, including marriages, having a long-term marriage means something. We recently celebrated our 39th wedding anniversary. Yeah, that’s a big number. Even more, that’s a lot of learning and relearning, mostly how to gather around you good people to help nurture you through the tides of life. So much...

You’ve Got Mail!

We can expect our mail to be delivered in the afternoon. Our regular mail carrier, Jerry, tucks envelopes and ads in the white mailboxes that line our street. They all are neighborhood standard, all looking the same. It’s a wonder he gets the mail in the right boxes. I grew up in a time where the letter e didn’t precede the word mail. I grew up struggling to decipher handwritten...

When You’re Feeling Trapped by the Patterns

The drive from Irving to Waco gave us plenty of time to talk. We talk in circles, usually, starting at one point and ending far  from where we began. She and I are both firstborns and our conversation about life had me commenting that the only models for firstborns are adults. We take our cues from them. Our parents, grandparents… they are the ones who imprint our lives. They are our...

A Broken Heart – what to do when the church hurts you

by Laura Acuna “There is nothing quite like the pain of being hurt by the church.” This is what my new pastor acknowledged to me when I first visited him after leaving the church where our family worshipped and served for over fifteen years. Boy, was he correct — there really is nothing quite like the pain of being hurt and disappointed within the Body of Christ. It’s disorienting and...

When Going to Church Helps Me Stretch

“Mom, cereal?” She asks, as I’m gathering my thoughts and coffee for the morning. I’m not ready for this, I think. I hadn’t heard her come down the steps. I stretch, releasing the  ­tight muscles cramped from sleeping. I’m buying time or what’s going to be a lot of questions peppered at me in rapid fire. “Did you forget about my drink again?” “Mom, are you awake?” “Did you hear...

There Is Hope for Alzheimer’s Forgotten Children

We said our earthly goodbye earlier this year. But she had been gone a long time. Our grief began eight years before Mama died. She was the last parent I had. Daddy died too early and now she was dying a slow death before our eyes. Nancy Reagan called Alzheimer’s the “long goodbye”. They say there are times you’ll never forget: your wedding day, the birth of your children, those...