Well, we arrived safely in Kolkata and there is something about this place, like a piece of art.
The hues are rich and vibrant, buildings of lime green and rusted orange, sari’s of fuchsia and yellows. This has to be one of my favorite places on earth. So full of life. Beauty.
Oh, yes the poverty is here. Make no mistake, there is no missing that, but there is beauty as well. I suppose that is all life, dear sisters, room for poverty- physical poverty- poverty of spirit- poverty of finances- and beauty- beauty in the world around us- beauty in life- beauty in laughter.
Poverty. Beauty. Dwelling side by side. Continue reading
There was no one left and I was tired.
Feeling emotionally drained yet so incredibly loved, I slowly walked back over to John’s office.
He saw me walk in, “Just one more, “ he said. Uh, really.
I mean, I loved this, but it is very emotional and I was drained and was feeling a little faint. I smiled and nodded my head, I mean how many chances do I have to do this?
Uh, like none. Continue reading
Dear sisters (and misters… this has been the request),
I want to write to those of you who are tired- tired of being brave or strong or carrying on, and to those who have a friend in this place.
Yes, in fact, I write particularly to you… you who are seeing this from the outside. Continue reading
A quick recap. I met with my neurosurgeon last October and the news was good. The radiation was effective and Bob had stopped growing.
I had another scan scheduled this past April. I wasn’t as afraid this time. I was settled. It’s funny how that happens when you have weathered enough storms; they don’t seem to rattle you as much. Continue reading
To my Christian friends,
I have been thinking lately about what I want to say and how it can be put in a way that you can hear me, that you can hear my heart.
First, let me say that I know you mean well. I truly do. I know most of you don’t intentionally say things that are hurtful or biting. Your intent is not to cause more pain… but often it does. You walk away thinking that you spoke God’s truth, but in reality, it may have been a sprinkling of salt on an open wound. Continue reading
Oh dear friend, it breaks my heart to see you going through this. Not just because I love you so, but because I have been where you are headed and your fears are so familiar to me.
So, when you talk about what will happen to your children and the impact this may have on them, when your home is separated, when mom and dad no longer live together, I cannot help but cry. For I wept over my children… I still do at times. Continue reading
I love letters. I love to write to others. I love to write to myself. I know, sound odd, but I do. I seem to hear more clearly when I read letters.
So here is my first.
A Letter to one who is grieving separation or divorce
Dear friend, Continue reading