Dad

I was acutely aware of my need for my dad to stay, and yet I was grateful, even jealous, of the peace he had finally achieved. Philippians 1:23-24 “For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better: Nevertheless to abide in the …

To be with Christ! Philippians 1:23 Read More »

All week I had anticipated today, but then I didn’t remember the significance of the day when it arrived.  I didn’t remember until my mom mentioned it on our group chat and even then I thought, “Nine months when it feels like nine years or nine minutes.” My dad used to tell me, “Write about …

October 18, 2018: Nine Months and 20 minutes Read More »

  It’s been six months and a week or so since my Dad passed away. Just after school ended last May, I packed a large suitcase and took my kids to Montana for six weeks.  We’ve been home for almost three weeks now, and oddly it feels almost as if we never left Mississippi.  More …

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  I imagine the men standing in the bottom of this boat still, silent, resolute. They are sure of their task and unflinching. They don’t give the orders; they take them. I don’t see them singing, seeking reassurance, lifting others up. Whatever they needed for this task had already been stored within them. Determination. Confidence. …

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    “Abrígame Señor” was written on the Snoopy pin he gave me in highschool.  “Cover me, Lord,” it meant, or keep me safe, keep me warm. I put the pin on a light jacket I had permanently borrowed from his closet (long enough arms).  I stopped wearing the jacket long ago, but the Spanish …

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