Mother’s Day Tribute.

The Best Hardest Job

And then…I miss you

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His godly ones. Psalm 116:15

It’s been 9 months minus 10 days.

Most days I am okay. And then. And then. And then I am not.

I hear your voice in my own. Or I wave my hands to make a point and see yours. Or I smell your sweater on the back of my closet door. 

Then I miss you.

We’ve moved into a new house. It’s one to call our own. You haven’t been here. And yet. I feel your presence. 

Your hubby came to visit us last month. I was so glad he did. It was like bringing a piece of you to bless our new house.

We finished painting the family room last weekend. I think you would like the colour. It’s soft and happy and welcoming. You and I are together there – in a framed picture on the credenza- just cheesing it up at the beach. Looking “fabulous” daaaling. You always did.

That beach. Which was so near to the one where we were born. I remember those days we visited it. And just like in days of old – we “survived” a real hurricane through that visit.

Even so. There was something holy about those days together. Full circle. Full history. Full family. Whispers of the past. Promises for a future? I was so so so thankful to share it with you. I wanted it to be as much yours as it was mine.

I still go visit it. That’s the place I talk to you. I go down to the ocean to pray. Talking about those good ole’ days. Oh Lord show me the way. Down to the ocean to pray. 

And so…I wander home. And get back to reality.

Then I miss you again. 

I see you every time I come into the kitchen. That’s appropriate. Since you practically haunted your own kitchen day and night. What a mess you could make. What a feast of love you could produce. I open the spice cabinet. There you are again. Most of them you taught me how to use. Like medicine for food. 

This morning I sat outside on the lanai. You and I had coffee together. And I laughed at scrambling lizards running everywhere. As usual I went and checked on my Cyndi figs. The ones you gave me for my birthday. They are doing very fine. You would be so proud of them. They really struggled last summer. 

I wonder. 

Will I ever not miss you? Not reach to call you every time I go on my daily walks? Not want to send you some silly meme or political joke?

Someone once told me that we don’t die as long as someone is still loving us in their hearts. 

And if that’s the case – well sister mine – you are very much alive. Because you are SO loved by many hearts.

And you always will be. 💞

Worshipping God in Spirit and in Truth

Worshipping God in Spirit and in Truth

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March is Colon Cancer Awareness Month. It is the second leading cause of cancer deaths in the U.S. and so it is ironic that in this month I find myself posting this.

As a cancer patient myself, I thought I would share #ToddOverton story with you.

This is a dear man, a close friend of my brother and someone who has been fighting this disease for years. 

He now faces the final battle. There is a video story associated with this link. Please consider prayers for him or as God leads – any other help. Thank you. 

Amen and amen.

The Ebb and Flow of the Abiding