I Miss Butter

Eighty-six days… I miss butter.  Most days I don’t, but today I do, so I ate some.  It was in the form of creamy alfredo sauce, and was exactly what I needed to make it through the rest of the day.  Today is just “one of THOSE days.”  My back hurts.  I wish I could...

Evaluating the Ground of My Heart

Eighty-seven days… Do you make lists for things like groceries or to-do lists of any kind?  I do.  Sometimes I make practical lists of things we are doing to prepare for an event or projects in the house.  Sometimes I make dream lists, which are lists of things I...

Pick Up the Brush and Start Painting

Eighty-eight days… Today I had a conversation with my son, Paul.  He is a musician, and we were discussing a certain mainstream artist whose music he loves.  My son told me he prays for this man daily.   He then said, “If he became a believer, can you imagine the...

Above All We Ask or Think

Eighty-nine days… Ephesians 3:20-21 Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever.  Amen.  (N.K.J.V.)...

Like a Stillborn Child Who Never Saw Light

Ninety days… It was a freeing experience to write my book.  In one way it was paining, because I was forced to explore old wounds.  But when I finished, it was as if all the stories strung together throughout the pages served as mementos of beautiful little lives who...

Commonality with Candice

Ninety-one days… I once went out to lunch with a lady who had recently announced the pregnancy of her third baby.  I could not have been happier for this woman.  Unfortunately, she knew what it was to grieve.  She had lost her first born to a horrible illness.  After...

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