Deep in the soil of my soul, I am Me; gritty, earthy, and raw. The heartbeats of my children live there. As do the spirits of lost loves, the hope of eternal life, and the forgiveness that I will someday grant myself. [Read More]
Jesus
Barefoot, transient, swaddled in rags, born in a manger. Friend to the marginalized, the lepers, the homeless. The sick, the sad, and the forgotten. Radical Revolutionary. Peaceful leader. Turn the other cheek, Give the coat off your back. Wash the dirty feet of neighbor, stranger, and friend. Deliverer of hope. Lover of souls. Healer. Without […]
Time
Five years ago, my beloved grandfather passed away. I have a reoccurring, monthly dream that he is “back” for a visit. It is so real that I can see the lines on his tan, leathery, face and smell the fish residue on his hands. I just keep hugging him and holding him, realizing that he is only here for a short time and then he is returning to heaven. I feel panicky, but grateful. I know that our time with him is an unexpected gift, and I don’t quite know what to do with it. I wake up feeling sad, but blessed.