October 27, 1995. The corridor was too narrow for me to walk alongside her as the paramedics rolled the gurney through the triage unit of the emergency room. I was left to walk closely behind them, but still near enough to gently whisper into her right ear, “Kimmy’s still here.”
Embracing the Light Means there is No need for Fear Breathe In and Step Through… * These Gifts are For You From Above are Beyond Time Quiet Peace, Restful * The Night […]
The odds are stacked against me! They always lie and cheat It breaks the heart And scars the flesh How am I sharpened by defeat?! Why do I bother, Lord Almighty Poor […]
Bitter tears welled as I heard the words flow across her lips that night. God does not waste a hurt. Another deep sigh cleared my lungs, the exhale moving cautiously through my nose and mouth. I was there because my zen-place was taking longer than usual to locate. My emotions were rising steadily. I didn’t want to be here with them…
What travels we’ve had. So very awesome we are. Looking back on that day, it all only took a matter of seconds. And yet I’ve been writing about this particular moment in time for years. My mother wrote to me a letter on faith. It was “to be opened” when I was 14. Cameron, my ‘Punzie’, this is from my letter on faith to you…
These feelings of defeat and shame, while often triggered by the loss of a loved one, divorce, job change, trauma or medical condition, cause us to hit the floor hard. But keeping it simple, we need to get back up. So how do we do that when even the smallest tasks like brushing our teeth feel like braving Mount Everest?
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