Tag: memory

How Many Tears

Kitty got old; his heart gave out – at least the pumping of it. His heart for us was true to the end, purring and loving me like he had from the time we got him from the “homeless shelter”. The day was spent… Continue Reading “How Many Tears”

Never Fall

Playing the memory card game with a four-year-old is different: when he picks up a card, he wants to keep looking til he finds the match. If I pick a card he really likes, he wants me to surrender it to him so he… Continue Reading “Never Fall”

Why

I miss wonder. I’m sure I was once in awe at a dragonfly, a popsicle, a walk in the garden. Kids ask a lot of questions. Why is your hair crazy gwammy? How are your tacos cooking gwammy? Did Jesus make the legos too?… Continue Reading “Why”

Even Us…

So I’ve been doing this thing, most mornings. I got an old hymnal (btw I can’t sing…at least not well). Starting with hymn one I’ve been listening to and singing along. A joyful noise for God only. Because there’s something about praising Him. Each… Continue Reading “Even Us…”

Wonder-full Plans…

I’m noticing lately all us wanderers. I can’t help but think: what if, instead, we were wonderers? We wander around stores looking for gifts. We wander around outdoors seeking quiet. We wander all our days and what do we find? Emptiness mostly. So I’m… Continue Reading “Wonder-full Plans…”

A Little Less Glitter…

What a noisy world. Constantly bombarding us with the latest scandal – and then there’s news of volcanoes erupting, submarines lost, hurt after hurt. Weary ears yearn for quiet, for all this to just stop, even for a moment. But it doesn’t. So can… Continue Reading “A Little Less Glitter…”

About Being…

Today’s ‘junk’ mail caught my attention – in bold pink letters it read: The Perfect Life Is In Your Future. At first I rolled my eyes because the flyer was for a Senior Living Workshop. One, I can’t get into the whole senior thing because… Continue Reading “About Being…”

Not Fading…

What’s your most valuable possession? Jewelry, cars, home? Antiques, artwork, memorabilia? Two thousand years ago perfume was a highly valued item. Extremely expensive, not owned by many. The ingredients to make it were scarce and pricey. “While Jesus was in Bethany in the home… Continue Reading “Not Fading…”

Aftermath…

Much of our world knows nothing of hurricanes – but for those living in their paths, be they in America or the Philippines or wherever – we know the aftermath. This time I’m calling it the After-Matth-ew. South Florida, where I live, is no stranger… Continue Reading “Aftermath…”

His Girl…

     You know those moments where your heart swells? Those times when your doggy looks at you with soulful eyes. Those times a toddler’s sweet voice undoes you. The times a strong hand with a wedding band covers yours in assurance. What treasure there… Continue Reading “His Girl…”

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