The face of stress. What does it look like. The red rimmed eyes The blown blood vessels in the eyes The extra aging lines appear in the forehead The face that has no emotions The body language that says "leave me be" The flat tone of the voice. Oh how many times we pass them … Continue reading Whispers of Refuge
Why do I cry? My late husband was an amazing man in that he never complained or was uncomfortable when I cried. Most of the time he cried right along with me. He knew that tears were proof of my soul resting on my face. Pain, joy, frustration, laid out in rivulets portrayed for all to … Continue reading Whispers of Tears-4 year Anniversay
One of the most beloved prophets had a melt down. A full on breakdown. He had had enough. Powerful people would not listen to him. He was frustrated with their stubbornness
I am a seasoned mountain climber. No you won't see me out on an actual mountain. But life has taught me how to be a seasoned climber of the mountains of time
I reached out and grabbed hold. I didn't have to scramble. I didn't have to flail my arms and panic. I grabbed hold. I have only one anchor. I have only one tether to this thing called life
The seasons of life. Most equate them to the seasons of the weather. I find that they are not. Life's ebb and tide are not patterned by the weather. It is hot and humid outside, while my life is not. The whispers from around come in many voices. The sinister voice of the cold wind, … Continue reading The Whispers of the Heart
I have been on this road called widowhood for 3 years. At 50 years old and 3 young adults, I faced this part of my life with a strong faith in who Jesus is and a history of many miracles. I grew up in the great state of Maine in the 1970's and 1980's. I am the youngest … Continue reading A Bit of Me
The day is starting off with a warm tone. The sun shines bright for being asleep all night. The birds sing at a level that summer birds do. Loud. The whispers of the day beckon to the edges of my mind. Do I listen? I don’t want to hear those whispers, the ones that come … Continue reading The Whisper of the Morning
My Christmas decorations are boxes, and bills and memories.
Times are changing again. As I write this things are swirling around me. My old amazing house is up for sale. The work it has taken to get here, exhausting.
What does the word "Legacy" mean?
Psalm 46:5 "God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns." Psalm 91:14-16 "Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name. He will call upon Me, and I will answer … Continue reading Whispers That Hold Tight
Can you stop. Please? Just, stop. Stop talking. Stop rushing, stop doing. Just for a moment. Take five- . Sit down. Shut it. No---Don't say it. Not a word.