Luminescent

Where do I begin? What do I say? Well, to be honest my friend, I'm not exactly sure but, I will give it my best effort. These are my first thoughts I've actually written down since Mom passed. Each minute, hour and day since she left my thoughts have been all consuming my mind and …

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Unsettling

Across the hall from mom two chairs are pushed together to make a makeshift cot. A Spurs ball-cap pulled down over his eyes my husband attempts to catch some rest while his sister and niece stay with mom. The nursing home AC unit is set to a frigid temperature. It was comfortable when he closed …

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Close to Heaven

Heaven is not so far away. She most likely will be with Jesus today. There's no longer a need for her to explore. We wonder if she can hear Heaven roar. * A good, long life of over eighty-five years Memories, sarcasm, laughter, with a few tears Children, grandchildren and great-grands Says she's ready for …

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Danger – Thin Ice

I met him today. Frail, weak and tired he sits motionless with his eyes closed in an easy chair. I can tell he's a tall man too. My friend quickly introduces him to me connecting the dots as to why I am here. It takes a lot of strength to work your way out. "Out of where?" you may ask...

Missing Her

I've heard it said that grief is as individual as a snowflake. I couldn't agree more.  Not having lost a child I can't begin to know or speak to the vast depth of grief a parent must endure. I have watched through the lens pointed at my dear friends. This piece is for them, remembering …

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Comfort Wipes Away Tears

I am always taken aback for a brief moment when I receive word my Hospice Austin relationship has come to a close. Comfort wipes away tears when my perspective quickly shifts to the truth knowing it is simply just the beginning. It is the beginning of an eternal life with our King Jesus. I am …

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Arms Wide Open

Flooding my mind this morning is a memory from years past. It was a Sunday at Celebration Church at the Anderson Mill campus and they needed help with the little ones. My dear friend Pamela was the lead teacher in that room. She had the children sit cross-cross, quietly for prayer time. Being a good …

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