The picture that accompanies this post made me cry when I saw it. It’s a picture of three hands: mine, my daughter Rebecca’s, and my granddaughter Tarah’s. I objected when the wedding photographer suggested it because my hand was black and blue and swollen from multiple stabs at inserting an I.V. (pun intended) by a nurse who needed some practice and thought I’d do as a guinea pig. I was on the way to the wedding when I took a detour to a Las Vegas hospital with a kidney stone and a few other painful maladies. I wasn’t at all […]
Every family has its funny stories. You know, the stories we tell when everyone gets together for holidays or special occasions. I’m the subject of many of my family’s stories, but my kids are under threat of having to cook their own Christmas dinner if they tell them before my funeral. It won’t matter then, since I don’t plan on showing up for the occasion. One of our favorite family stories about their dad is an eight-year-old mystery we call, The Case of the Missing Money. It comes up every so often. We give a collective sigh and wonder what […]
I’ve always been one of those “all or nothing” kind of people. I lost 135 lbs. in a year with very little struggle.
How did I do that? I got on a program and stuck to it like glue.
It really wasn’t that hard, once I’d made up my mind. The struggle began after I lost the weight. That was almost seven years ago, and I’ve wrestled every day to keep it off, sometimes unsuccessfully.
We don’t have a random date with death. It will not come a day before or a day after it is appointed.
I can hear the question in some minds out there. Can’t you hasten your death? What about the person who doesn’t eat right, or the drug addict who abuses his body? Don’t they shorten their days? And what about the desperate person who commits suicide?
Someone emailed me the other day and asked why they weren’t getting my posts. I was sorry to tell them that I haven’t posted in over a month. Why? I’ve been moving. But I’m all settled now and back at it. This is a short one, but one you may identify with.
Anyone besides me anxious for this political season to end?
I see your hands.
Do you ever have thoughts that just don’t “jell?”
Many times I’ve agonized over a decision—thought it out until my head hurt—come to a conclusion—then second-guessed myself until my brain felt like mush.
I don’t like scrap-bookers! They make me feel guilty, with all their tidy albums lying on dust-free coffee tables. I have albums too! They’re still wrapped in plastic, but I have them!
Somewhere, in that huge box of loose pics waiting to be affixed to pretty pages, is a school picture of me at the age of nine. There are no bows in my hair, and I’m not wearing a special dress. Why? Because my mother was in a mental hospital.More arresting than the lack of “picture day” finery is the sadness in that little girl’s eyes. Every time I see that picture, I remember how I felt: confused, bereft, and very lonely.
The night my husband died, we (sons, daughters, friends, wife) spent the evening singing and praying at his bedside, hoping he could hear us: that our tears, our songs, our celebration, our mourning would stir the spirit within his rapidly failing body.
You know what happens in summer, don’t you? RERUNS! Kids Cause Pain was one of the most popular articles I’ve posted, and because many of you have started following me recently, I wanted to share it with you. If you have ever cried yourself to sleep over your children, you’ll find help and comfort in this post.
God is not “high maintenance.”
He is not touchy—sulking and withdrawing from us when we don’t do exactly as He wishes.
Some people use this as a way to manipulate others. I’ve had a few friends like that. It always made me feel insecure, like I needed to do something to regain the offended person’s love and approval. It’s a way of controlling people. We don’t have to “tip toe” around God to stay in His good graces.