Hope, Goodness, and Thankfulness

Hope, Goodness, and Thankfulness

I woke to a beautiful scene outside my window—a quintessential New England winter day complete with snow-covered trees and a gentle hush of peace. I lay there a moment, welcoming the peace as it seeped into my weary bones. Grabbing the warmest sweatshirt I could find,...
A Thanksgiving of Sorrow and Hope

A Thanksgiving of Sorrow and Hope

I had left the room for a few minutes when my mother died. It was 1999, and I was a young mom with three little boys—a young mom who desperately needed the help and support of her mother. But that’s not the way things worked out. At just 58 years of age, my mother’s...
A Whispered Prayer

A Whispered Prayer

Nature doesn’t always wait for us to hand over our toys. Sometimes, she takes them away without our permission. When I was 16, I memorized a poem that struck me even then with its poignant truth about the cycle of life. In his poem “Nature,” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...
Courage

Courage

Courage         whispered the autumn leaf     He,        born of spring’s budding hope        commissioned for summer’s verdancy        yet most glorious in decline Courage          urged the autumn leaf   As he,         in trust and gratitude         released his...
Using the Side Door

Using the Side Door

A while ago, my mentor challenged me to think about what might happen after I die—more specifically, what heaven might look like. Although middle-aged, I never pondered this mystery before. When I was young, I saw myself as indestructible, protected by the solid shell...

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