I thought faith would be easy. It’s not.

A friend sent me a free trial of one of the food services. They sent us all the ingredients and recipes for three lovely meals for my husband and I. All I had to do was prepare it. The first recipe included a clove of garlic and called for a mortar and pestle. What? Why would I have a mortar and pestle? Another recipe called for lemon zest which meant...

Because the small things matter

There was a moment the world seemed to feel bigger and smaller at the same time. Bigger, in that we seemed to be on our own, our great big country with its big ideas and advancements enjoying the American dream. Smaller, in that we didn’t have immediate access to the rest of the world. Technology changed that. Reporters appear on screen live from Russia offering commentary on our recent election. Sporting events are telecast...

Our common bond of faith became our foundation

It was the faith we held in common that had me say yes when he asked me out. That, and his undeniable good looks. As I look back, that may have held an edge for my 19-year-old self. We’d both grown up as pastor’s kids in the same denomination. We knew the life, the traditions, we believed. This was enough common ground to explore a future. It was enough to...

Finding gratitude in the sorrow of lament

“There’s this loneliness springing up from your life Like a fountain from a pool” Fountain of Sorrow, Jackson Browne Lament: a passionate expression of grief or sorrow, New Oxford American Dictionary It must have been after the third or fourth death this year that the word lament became cemented in my thoughts. The word stayed with me as if I were wearing it. It fit heavy like a winter coat only it...

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...

The best thing the Olympics does for us

We found our spaces on the sectional in the living room. The five of us spanning three generations going from a comfortable recline to leaning forward, voices calling out, “GO! GO! GO!” as if the swimmers could hear our chants. Sometimes our voices erupted in cheers and other times the descending sounds of “oooohhhhh”. When the cyclist struck the curb,biking flying in the air as she tumbled from of her bike...

I have a choice and today I choose happy

The quiet calm of our neighborhood in the early morning The sun peeking over the palms The mist hanging above the green of the ball field Happy The emails from friends far away The text from family The voice of a friend Happy The ocean lapping around my ankles The umbrella shielding us from the sun The rain that will blow hard and green our yards The thunder that will...

What if we look for hidden talents in others today?

  Have you looked furiously around your house for your glasses? The ones that are hidden in plain view on your head? Or your phone that was right there a minute ago but now it’s hidden in your pocket! Some things are obvious. And others are hidden inside the ordinary, the every day. What if we look for hidden talents today? The acts of kindness that need celebrated a little...

On this beautiful summer day, I will not lose hope

I suppose summer isn’t the time to talk of the hollowness of grief. These are the days of long sunshine inviting us to play a little longer. These are the times of family reunions and seeing new places. These are not the days to be met with grief. But grief doesn’t wait for an invitation. Alia Joy’s words met me early this morning. They stirred the grief I thought had been...

When will I stop asking when?

When do we need to leave? When do you get the test results? When are you going to change? When am I going to change? And Van Morrison sings the words, “when will I ever learn to trust in God?” The numbers on the clock seem to creep at an agonizingly slow pace when we ask, when? “When we’ve been there 10,000 years, bright shining as the sun, we’ve no...