We are better than this
Friends, I’m writing tonight because we need to heal the wounds this contentious election season has wrought upon our bleeding hearts. It was inevitable that with … Continue reading We are better than this
Friends, I’m writing tonight because we need to heal the wounds this contentious election season has wrought upon our bleeding hearts. It was inevitable that with … Continue reading We are better than this
Upon reflection, I can see this truth: skin color has nothing to do with behavior. Continue reading Black Lives Matter…Too
I’m intrigued with the way God uses friends to completely turn my perspective upside down. Yesterday I was an emotional and physical wreck, worried about whether the new knowledge that I have an additional blood clotting antibody in my blood is a door that God put up to prevent me from my current path towards surgery. Last night, my friend and neighbor who has been following this blog surprised me with a big plate of cookies, a promise to continue praying for me, tears, and a promise to set up a website to help friends sign up to bring meals … Continue reading Just Believe
Sledgehammer…or flyswatter. That is the question for me today. I took an enormous leap this morning and went ahead and pre-registered with the hospital for my surgery. And although I am mostly resolved about the way forward, I wonder sometimes if I am not dealing with my medical issues with a sledgehammer rather than a flyswatter. Sledgehammer: hysterectomy. Flyswatter: diagnostic scope and ablation and hormones. Yet when I consider that over the past month, I’ve had maybe three days of feeling decent and yucky pain the rest of the time…when I consider that my doctor told me I am now … Continue reading Sledgehammer
I took a lovely walk this morning. If I had thought of it, I would have brought my camera. But I didn’t…so you’ll just have to take my word for it that it was a lovely jaunt on a fall morning. However, in honor of the first day of fall, here’s a picture of a pond near my home that we took several years ago. Even a camera could not have captured the feeling of the breeze buffeting my face and hair. There is a hint of power in a fresh, fall breeze — one that portends cold snaps and … Continue reading Transfer of Power