“For whom or what are you willing to die?” A presenter posed that question as a tool to help us identify our calling and purpose in life. Two days later I received an email from Intercessors for America with a plea for prayer from Ukraine that included this line.
Everyone who can hold a weapon has risen to defend the capital, including students, school children, and even the retired.”
As the tension in Ukraine built, faces I came to love decades ago during the three weeks Larry and I spent in communist Poland played across my mind like an old TV program. I remembered their kindness, singing, and generosity.Continue Reading
Have you ever noticed how some wisdom is gained only through pain? The Psalmist wrote, “My suffering was good for me, for it taught me to pay attention to your decrees” (Ps. 119:71 NLT). A recent struggle concerning our puppy reminded me of this as my spiritual eyes opened in fresh ways. It helped me better appreciate an event surrounding Easter week and the Lamb of God.
Two Dogs and a Puppy
Our female poodle’s health plummeted one weekend after months of care and prayer. She was gone before noon on Monday. Each person and pet draw out different aspects of our personalities. Cosette’s joy over simple activities made every day a party. We not only missed her, we missed who we were in her presence.Each person and pet draw out different aspects of our personalities. Cosette’s joy over simple activities made every day a party. We not only missed her, we missed who we were in her presence. #grief, #loss Click To Tweet
Our male dog grieved too. A week after losing his girl, Max fought for his life while connected to IVs. His grief had thrown his body into an Addison’s crisis. He pulled through but seemed 10 years older.
That Friday, Raleigh received an unexpected snow. My husband Larry came home early. “We need a different spirit in this house. Let’s look at puppies.”Continue Reading
Southern suspense author Leanna Sain just released her new novel Hush. When Leanna told me where she wrote her book, I asked her to tell you about it and to introduce Hush to us. I think this is a lesson in how to channel despair into hope. Now here is Leanna…
Alzheimer’s… I hate the very name. Worse than cancer, I think. At least with cancer there’s the possibility of healing. Not content with just killing its victim, Alzheimer’s was stealing away everything that made my intelligent, creative Mama who she was. Oh, yes, a shell who looked like her lay before me, but that’s where any similarities ended. The person I loved and who loved me had slipped away before her body did, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was like ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers,’ only more twisted.
I was struggling badly with the pain, anger, and frustration of it all and I needed an outlet. Continue Reading