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Posts tagged ‘death’

Family Recipes

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

Lions And Tigers and Bears!

post223pic1_edited-1Yes! It’s finally time to pull the suitcases out of the closet, dust off the passports and head to the airport – we’re going to visit the kids in the UK! I can hardly wait to get this show on the road. I’m excited for the new destination and the sweet reunion that awaits us.

When I tell people that we are flying to Europe, the first thing some people ask is not, “Are you so excited to see your family!!” it’s, continue here

Good Grief!!

 post172picA“Instruction on how to live even extends to how to grieve.” – D.A.Carson

What is grief? To paraphrase Webster, it is intense mental anguish, deep remorse, acute sorrow, or simply – to hurt. We think of grief as what we experience when a loved one dies, however, grief could very well be the response to a multitude of circumstances.

The Apostle Paul wrote to the Thessalonians about how to grieve over a physical death… “Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.” (1 Thessalonians 4:13NIV) – Christians grieve death with hope that we will see our loved ones again in heaven, and this hope is based on the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Moreover, I think this same logic, instruction if you will, applies to all of our grief. Are you grieving? Is your soul in anguish? Do you lie awake at night? Does remorse flood your soul? Is there sorrow continue here

Fading Footprints

Every time I visit mom I look for dad. I know he isn’t there, but I can’t help it, I look for him everywhere.

I used to find him in his empty chair because no one else sat in it. Other people sit in his chair now; he isn’t there.
post 137graphic1I used to find him in his closet. I’d bury my face in his clothes and breathe deeply.
post 137graphic2_edited-1There are still a few things that belong to him, but they no longer smell like him. Or not like I remember him. He’s continue here

When God Swoops In

post127graphicWhen was the last time that God overwhelmed you with his majesty? How have you experienced God at work in your life? Can you recall a time that God moved a mountain for you, or opened a door, or protected you from danger?

Is there a critically important day in your life when God showed up and divided time; a day, or an event, when from that moment on, you referred to things as “before” and “after”?

Perhaps your calendar marks the days of sobriety. Perhaps you’re continue here.

To God be the Glory!!

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Gloria in excelsis deo!
You sing it every year at Christmas – Glory, in the highest to God! You are proclaiming to God the most exalted honor, adoration, praise and thanksgiving! But do you mean it? Do you really praise and adore God; do you give Him thanksgiving and the highest praise no matter your circumstances?

When Alzheimer’s has robbed a loved one of understanding and mobility. Do you mean it?

When your daughter tells you she’s pregnant continue here

What To Hold On To?

2014-10-14 16.15I’ve had this basket of flowers for 30 years. They’ve moved with us through six states and now I have to decide, will they go with us on this move.

It’s a hard decision to make. I look at these raggedy flowers that have been sitting on a shelf in a closet in my basement for the past eighteen years, and I remember the morning that Dad gave them to me: it was a Sunday, two days after I’d continue here

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