Category Archives: grace

The Most Beautiful

Kind. Gentle. Peaceful.  Those are some of the most wonderful traits. When they are woven in a person and become intertwined in their soul, it’s more than wonderful, it’s beautiful.

So it was with my Great Granny.  It wasn’t so much on the outside, at least not when I knew her, but on the inside. Her wrinkled skin, bobbing head, trembling hands, and even occasionally appearing to chew something that wasn’t there just wasn’t her enamoring factor. Even with that, in advanced age her outside was still just as cute as a button. Continue reading The Most Beautiful

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That’s His Story, This Is His Hope

He had a headache, not bad, just one Tylenol bad.  It didn’t stop, so he took two and went to bed.  He felt funny the next morning, but did his regular thing.  That afternoon he had another headache and grabbed a bottle of Ibuprofen and took 4.  He still didn’t feel very well and thought he was coming down with something.

The next morning, he still felt strange, but went to work anyway.  About 2:00 PM he had Continue reading That’s His Story, This Is His Hope

A New Life of Retirement

Ten thirty sharp he was up front. This was the last thing he was going to do before walking out the gate. A few minutes of exit paperwork and his retirement officially begins. He was like a giddy high school student on the last day of classes of the senior year. He was there, physically anyway, but his emotions were already elsewhere.

We walked into the conference room. “Well, I’m not sure what I expected it to feel like, but this isn’t it”, he said. Continue reading A New Life of Retirement

Let That Stone Fly!

It came alive!  Seeing the Valley of Elah in Israel a couple of weeks ago, the place where David slew Goliath, it made sense!  The valley was big, but not huge.  Much of the rich, fertile soil had just been tilled. On one side is a long hill with a continuous ridge, and on the other side, the same.
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    Déjà Vu

At a convenience store Subway the other day, an elderly woman sat down at a tall bar stool table inside. She wasn’t eating, but had a small Styrofoam cup of coffee in front of her that she wasn’t drinking.  Her silver blue hair was perfect in every way and she was wearing her Sunday best dress, complete with a little pearl necklace and old fashioned block, black dress shoes.  Her glasses seemed part of her face, like they had been sitting there for years. Continue reading     Déjà Vu

Beauty in Pain

(Katie, one of my daughters, and I went to a coffee shop. She brought her art pad. I brought my Ipad. We played a game. We each wrote a random topic..…mine for her to draw: “A dandelion kissing the wind while hearing a butterfly sing” and hers for me to write about: “I heard someone say, ‘Learn it young — beauty is pain’”. This is our combined work over two hot cups of coffee.) Continue reading Beauty in Pain