What is life without healing?

It is a burden.

It is a boulder too heavy to push.

It is a tree without roots.

It is despair with no shred of hope.

Healing comes in various forms

-a light breeze felt on the check

-the deep tones of a cello.

It is knowing a friend is lifting you up in prayer

-sharing a story

– sharing words.

It is having a cat sit and purr on your lap until she falls asleep.

It is a slow intimate kiss or just the memory of one.

It is staring at the stars under the Texas sky.

Healing is enjoying a meal made just for you because you’re exhausted.

It is remembering your youth and boyfriends who held your hand for the first time.

It is remembering the words to a song he once sang to you.

“Think of me when you’re lonely.

Think of me when you’re blue.”

Healing is knowing there is light at the end of a tunnel.

It is breathing deeply and forgiving.

It is breathing deeply and accepting forgiveness.

It is reading about secret gardens and the fact that God has your back.

It is listening to reminders of God’s grace.

It is the word grace.

It is in the hands of a friend who has little money

And shares it with you.

It is a wave of laughter with a stranger.

It is remembering.

It is accepting love and laughter

And treasuring it all.

It is all in my memory box where it will come out whenever I choose.


The Quiet

It’s Sunday morning, and it’s finally quiet. My rogue cat has her tummy full and is going through her cleaning ritual. The Boss of Me (“BOM”) has decided to leave me alone for a little while.

I reach for my book, “One Thousand Gifts” by Ann Voskamp. She helps me see, helps me feel.

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I am old now. Why am I after the moon tonight? I have known all these years since that you can never run all the way to the end and lay your hand up against awe.

One Thousand Gifts, Ann Voskamp

As many continue to struggle and acknowledge there is a God, a best selling author comes along to help us find Him.

As I wrestle with my own self doubts – telling myself I can’t write, no one will read what I have to say, no one will care, I will be criticized……and a myriad of other doubts, I pick up Ann’s book.

She writes about God, her faith, her family and even the eucharist. Her book is a New York Times best seller. Does that not tell us that people are always searching?

Where was God?

When I look back at all the chaos in my mother’s life, I have asked myself the important question, “Where was God in all of the mess?”

I awoke this morning with the answer. He was in the morning glories I saw every day. He was there in the home of a new friend. He was there when I heard my sister sing, “He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea.”

I searched for Him. I found Him. He gave me hope through dark waters – through midnights.

For God so loved the world that He gave his only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.

John 3:16 (NIV)

When I heard the Good News, my life changed. Of course, the waters continued to be turbulent, but there was an anchor. There was a balm in Gilead. 

I found whom my soul loveth.

Song of Solomon 3:4

I found music. I found the tones of the cello reassuring and life affirming.

I found Living Water.

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