But One Life to Live
• I’ve always been fascinated with the beauty of sunflowers. So many things about them connect me to God, the Creator of all living. I am reminded of His Light when I see the transparency of the petals allowing it to penetrate. These flowers lift their faces up to the sun to the source
The friendships God has brought into my life continue to humble and amaze me. Today, Elizabeth Vinturella is guest posting and I am certain you will be blessed to let her words on grief and anxiety pour over you and into your hearts. May God’s blessings abound! “But, how will I do Thanksgiving Day without
Grief comes swiftly upon me. Uninvited. Have you ever seen a tidal wave? Like that. It seeps through every pore, into every cell and settles deep in the cracks and crevices of my heart. But unlike a tidal wave that continues on its way, carrying all the debris with it, I quickly throw up
Something wasn’t quite right. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I’ve spent the last days in India. I’m visiting friends. I’m tired. Jet. Lag. Is. Real. It’s been an amazing few days but in a few hours, I begin the long journey home. I came to celebrate a major life and work event with
Wonder, doubt and fear fill my heart. I wonder when the pain will stop, doubt my ability to conquer it and fear what and who I will become. How is it possible to hurt so deeply? It is dark. A darkness that can be felt physically. A darkness that sucks the oxygen out of me
“Hey, Mom, what’s going on?” I asked my Mom, a mother of five. We talked as she waited on her porch for the adult daycare center van, and I heard her excitement, knowing I would be there soon. I reminded her that my flight from Louisiana to Pennsylvania wouldn’t get in until later that night