May, 2017 Lessen or Lesson: It’s been a year now, 12 whole months since a miraculous life here on earth expired. I remember the weeks leading to the day that we all knew would come sometime. There was so much support, many prayers and efforts, regardless of being tired. Amid the details though, it wasn't too difficult, a beautiful love, to find. Continue Reading...
It's Been a Year Dad: Lessen or Lesson
It's been a year now, 12 whole months since a life here expired. I remember the weeks leading to the day that we all knew would come sometime. There was so much support, many prayers and efforts, regardless of being tired. Amid the details though, it wasn't too difficult, a beautiful love, to find. Continue Reading...
A Dad and This Boy
April 28, 2016: A Dad And This Boy - A poem for my Dad and I. I thought that I was doing pretty well, then came along, this day Two weeks ago today, Dad you were called home, out of the fray Dad, I sat down at my laptop to start writing these thoughts I kept An alert blinked, so I clicked, a picture of us opened up, I wept I have said, I was blessed to do Continue Reading...
The Dearest and Best
Many times I sit and think about things that have been. I listen to music the way that it was. Most times I find that so many things were done right the first time. I love to enjoy the creativity of lyrics, words written, and music compiled beautifully. Then sometimes I delve into these things a little bit deeper, maybe just to feel them, or maybe to record memories that I'll hold close to me for Continue Reading...
Our Dear Marjorie
I was so happy to get home late last night. Mom and I made amazing time returning from an emotional afternoon spent in Woodstock, NB. We are so thankful for the opportunity we had to get up to Canada and celebrate Marjorie's life with everyone, even if only for the afternoon. I rolled into my yard at around 11:30pm last night, after a 770 mile round-trip that had started some 18 hours prior. For Continue Reading...
Sunday Series – The Old Rugged Cross
I always pictured the hill far away, with the cross standing there for all to see. The cross there was never as finished as the ones seen in churches everywhere. The one I picture is crude, barely a cross, just enough to get the job done by those who put our Lord there to die. The picture in my mind is a sacred place where a stand was taken for all of us, past, present, and future. This space is Continue Reading...
Sunday Series – Just as I am
The sermon closes, the organ and/or piano plays, the congregation is standing and singing. Those singing are on the edge of tears, pulling for those who battle the urge to come forward. One steps to the aisle to come forward. A tear runs down the face of many who fight the urge to walk the aisle with someone they don't even know. The sermon was moving, powerful, maybe even memorable. This wasn't a Continue Reading...