I thrive on planning ahead and being in control. While typically these character traits serve me well, devastation results when plans unravel and life spins out of control. In those moments, there’s only one thing to do: hold on and keep following His path. I’ve always known God’s presence and been His Follower. But whether …
“I just want to rest!” I commented to my friend Sunday morning. My mind, body, and soul were aching to rest. Regrettably, it was not to be last weekend. I honored the Sabbath by attending church, but it was a whirlwind to get there, a rush the rest of the day until finally a collapse …
Lovingly waiting for slowly sputtered syllables, patiently assisting simple tasks, repeating and redirecting fill each day. It all begins anew in the morning if it hasn’t continued all night. This is not a snippet of life with a young child; it is one of caring for a person with dementia. It’s a call to love. …
“I can run to the end of the road,” I think, challenging myself. But each stride delivers a nagging throb in my calf screaming “stop!” “I can’t; need to keep going; push on”, I convince myself. Throughout the day, its aching presence reminds why I don’t like to run, but also how I push too …
“Slip, slidin’ away”…the lyrics to the ‘70’s song by Paul Simon echoed in my head. I’m dating myself, but the words succinctly described my thoughts after an emotional roller coaster last week. Sliding towards excuses rather than choices, I could feel wellness strides previously gained were slip, slidin’ away. So I decided to choose and …