A dear friend is experiencing an unspeakably tragic event. She and her family are walking a path that I pray to God I never have to walk. My heart breaks for her, and I am at a loss as to how to comfort her.
I don’t recall her name, maybe she didn’t introduce herself to me, but in the brief moment I was with her we spoke about how much she missed her son and that all she did now was cry. I knew her son, he was a good boy. This is her first read more here
These people loved deeply, lived hard, provided for their families, and made a difference in the lives of everyone who knew them. Their families continue here
Another Shooting. Another Call for Prayer. Another Call for Gun Legislation. Why is this still happening?
In a social media exchange this week, I was challenged by a gun legislation proponent with this, continue here
So much is lost when a family member or loved one passes away. Voices. Love. Comfort. Familiarity. Routine. Wisdom . Stories. And, yes, even recipes.
My friend Becky is very much aware of this; her precious mother is in that stage of hospice care where pain medications gradually increase and her mother’s presence gradually decreases. The reality of what is soon to be lost looms large on the horizon.
In the face of this coming loss, Becky started a Face Book page where she is uploading favorite family recipes. When Becky visits with her continue reading here
Marcia Furrow 