Early morning sunrise streams in from behind cracked curtains and I see him.
I see him walk out in the snow to the shed, his jacket too thin for the bitter cold, his worn boots unlaced where underneath his heels broke free, and his socks were worn holey.
He hadn't eaten breakfast.
He didn't make his lunch.
I knew better than to ask if he had brushed his teeth because I already knew the answer. After ten years you know the answer.
November flings its door open in a show of cold and color and speaks the creators amazing beauty.
There's a chill in the air, a hop in the tired step, and a hope in the heart that longs to draw near to a certain, calling peace.
A peace that the season slowly but hurriedly inches closer to that rings joy and good tidings, but for now pumpkin seeds and spiced coffee and bags of candy that spark buds and leaves that crackle and logs that burn from a nearby pit, it all blows
Updated 12-14-2014 at 03:02 AM by Bonnie Fair
My friend's parents have both been diagnosed with cancer. This news came weeks apart. My heart breaks because I know the pain of hearing words such as “terminal”, “cancer”, and “chemo therapy”. I remember how scared and angry I felt.
I talked to her this week. My sad attempt to comfort her turned into encouragement for me. She said, “ You know… I can see God all in this.” Her mother is not a believer but in the midst of this time of shock and hurt she is reading the devotional
Updated 05-03-2013 at 08:28 AM by juliemooreonlife
In recent years, I have been aware of the illness that steals away many of the loved ones of my friends and family in an insidious way. Slipping into their midst at first unnoticed, it creates a new heart-rending reality for all those it touches. I have wondered how they, the affected ones come to the realization of this disease and how strong can they fight against it in the early stages. How do they try to push away this creeping horror?
As I pray "God,
Updated 03-18-2013 at 09:24 PM by RheaB
He was sitting in a wheelchair, people-watching from the front corner of the grocery store’s entry way. I was thinking only of the tasks ahead of me in the afternoon…getting Kailey and the groceries into the car, remembering when to pick up the boys from their after-school activities, getting dinner ready…little to-do items raced their relay-races around my brain. I smiled at him as we neared the door, reaching for sunglasses from the depths of my bag.
He waved at me. “Can you come