It seems like my dad is always trying to tell me something. He died 3 years ago from cirrhosis of the liver. Liver failure. Something in my spirit always knew he wasn't going to live a long life, but it still came as a shock.Read More
The call came while I was eating lunch.
"We are sorry but your father is gone.", said the women on the other end of the line. "What do you mean gone?" , I asked. " "I hate these calls.", she said. "Your father has just died. You may want to come see him to say goodbye."
My Daddy lived with me before he died. I didn’t write during that time. I wish I had known then about how healing it can be but knowing myself as I do now—somewhat petulant and always right, of course—I probably would’ve flung aside the idea that anything could help. Besides, when would I have had time to write? Puh-leeze! I was teaching full-time, I had a teenage daughter, my marriage was falling apart, my siblings were nowhere to be found, and I was fast approaching menopause.Read More
I haven’t been able to sing a song at church since my dad died. Not one hymn, worship song, nothing has been sung aloud in over 3 years. There were Sundays when I would attempt to sing and tears would flow so fast and heavy that I would nervously wipe them away enough to get to the bathroom and avoid the rest of worship time. I grew to hate this part of church. I would go to the bathroom, pretend the baby needed something, get more water. Anything but having to stand there and bottle my emotions why others praised the lord with their voice.Read More
The writing prompt is to write of a time when I was very afraid. What shall I choose? When did I start feeling afraid as a child? When did I realize that something was not right, not safe, with my mother? Is a "time when I was very afraid" my whole life? No, because I'm no longer very afraid. Or maybe I am, actually! I have certainly found ways to cope with the fear that started early on! Very afraid.. that word "very" in front of afraid causes me to pause. What qualifies as very afraid?Read More
Start at an early age.
As you walk into Sunday School,
pray for Mrs. Williams to bring chocolate chip cookies
and make sure to give God a back- up plan.
Pray for brownies too.
Hope is growing.
So are you.
I feel like a horrible person. I am in a waiting room at a hospital, hoping that my father dies on the table while having open heart surgery. Why? Most people who know him would say he was a stand-up guy. He provided for us, gave us things we needed and things we wanted. We had quality education, a car to drive, vacations every year. But I hate him on a level I cannot verbalize well.Read More