“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12 The conclusion of a good person’s life will always be marked with deep sadness, as the gifts their lives gave ache in their absence. But in the process of celebrating the life they lived, we’re given another gift. This
Love can be a long road. We start it with such fervor, idealism and a touch or two of magical thinking, but we’re so human. To love someone well is much more than attraction and excitement and romance. We disappoint each other, confuse each other, and frustrate each other. Our vision is wonky. We see
What would it feel like to live life without feeling the need to prove your significance? Because don’t we all feel it? That nagging need to feel important, to have our value affirmed by the people around us… Isn’t that where comparison and jealousy and pride come from? If my value is based on my
She spoke softly and hesitantly as I worked through my list of triage questions. We reviewed her medical history and I discovered she’d had a heart attack with full cardiac arrest. I stared at her young face. “You’re too young to have this history!” I exclaimed. She nodded, and in her quiet voice told me
In a previous post, I told the story of my mom hearing a voice that told her to marry my dad, a little over 40 years ago. This is not a unique experience to my mom. I’ve been thinking about this lately, and remembering the people I’ve met and the stories I’ve heard recounting “hearing
