The fearfully uncomfortable knowing

The fearfully uncomfortable knowing

In the past several years, I’ve written a few posts about my husband’s deceased daughter—a recent mention here. Today, I tell the story about how learning to love the daughter I never met led me to the fearfully uncomfortable acceptance of the cross. The post...
Losing on time

Losing on time

I push-broomed long swaths of melting ice and snow off the deck last Tuesday morning and cleared the driveway. By noon, bright sunshine, warmer temperatures, and steady winds finished the job, and Keith and I were able to run errands before the next incoming storm....

Emmanuel

“Emmanuel! Wait! Stop!” A woman’s frantic shout, and the pit-pat-pit-pat sound of a child’s sandals hitting pavement, came from behind me. I was standing on a busy, New York City street corner, staring at the “do not walk” hand sign but turned to confirm what I...