I was up early this morning, thinking about everything that needs to be fixed before we can sell our apartment. As I was pouring my second cup of coffee, I was hit with an “I don’t wanna!” moan of weariness. Sometimes I get plain tired of plugging ahead.
Nothing gets in the way of my prayers more than fear. When I get stuck in a fear zone or my thoughts reverberate in a fear loop, I find it mighty hard to pray. No wonder Jesus was constantly saying to his followers: Don’t be afraid.
My son’s two deployments were difficult times, for a lot of reasons. Of course I missed him and worried about him. I expected, even anticipated those issues. What I didn’t expect was the runaway state of my emotions.
Loss. It can be tragic. It can be immediate. It can be prolonged. It can be anticipated. It can cause a small twist in life’s road or it can lead to a dramatic redirection. Loss. It is a part of living.
For three wonderful years I have been writing this blog, and I have enjoyed every minute of it. Hearing from people all over the world, with their own very personal experiences of life and death, has been extraordinary for me.
I had a case of the Mondays yesterday after a lovely, yet exhausting, weekend. I could barely keep my eyes open on my walk to work. As soon as I got to the office, I made myself a cup of tea, but it was no use. And then I came across a news story that added a much-needed pep to my step…
One of the nicest perks of my job is all the interesting and inspiring books that cross my desk. Those that have a possible story for the magazine, I try to look at right away. The others have to wait until I have a free moment.