I have to remind myself that little Eliana would be so proud of me. Little Eliana had big dreams. She had no doubt she could achieve those dreams. She thought college students were the coolest people on the planet. *** I remember what it was like to be happy. Which stinks, because there’s a greatContinue reading “just a glimpse”
Jesus went out of His way to bring us Home. I bow my head over the bread and the cup and close my eyes. At the head of the table, Jesus stands. There’s a crown of thorns piercing His brow, and His eyes are sunken but shining. His outstretched hands bless the beggars, the cripples,Continue reading “Jesus is Calling”
The tears began to stream down his careworn cheeks. As he looked out over the crowd, full of bright-eyed, growing children of God, he realized they were all part of a legacy.
It’s neither here nor there. It’s here, but it’s there. I look back and I look ahead with longing. I look down at my feet and wonder how far they’ll wander before they land at their next temporary destination. Home isn’t here. Yet.
Sometimes it hits me all over again, and I remember you’re not here. I see your name, or the absence thereof, and fight the sobs that billow up in my throat’s stormy sea. Like a wave the emotions threaten to drown me. Sometimes I let myself fall, hands outstretched in surrender, and give way toContinue reading “Healing”