Meanwhile, Overnight . . .

"A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Future and a Hope

"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen." Hebrews 11:1 (ESV)

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Sweetly Broken

I used to pride myself on never crying. I cry a lot easier these days.

Daffodils

Something sinister was said to me last March. It changed my life.

That day, I drifted through a shopping center in a daze. A little girl with long brown hair was selling daffodils and she asked if I wanted a flower for free. I wandered Walmart with it in my hand. Daffodils are a symbol of hope, you see.

A Plan

Hope On, Hope Ever

They say that grieving is a process, and I believe them. I wonder if people wonder if they ever reach a place where they bottom out; where there are finally no longer any tears left to cry. 

More wrenching news today, and I don't mean to, but it just leaks out: How long, Abba? Does it never end?

That's what I cried out in labor: Abba; Daddy. It helped.

(But I'm sure the nurses thought I was nuts.)

For the Days that Ache

12.27.12 Black bare trees and the over-arching sky

Ever heard that saying, "When it rains, it pours?"

For When You Feel Lifeless

Delicate, frail things, these leaves with frost. Stripped and covered in cold.

Beauty in Winter

Raspberry plant leaves, December 2012

He makes all things new. It's true, you know. He is the God who even gives us beauty in the winter, when all is stripped and barren and cold - a lingering promise. And Lord knows my heart needs this.