Tag: children

Creating New Memories

What do you do when you have few memories of your loved one?

Loss Through the Eyes of a Child

John 3:16 For God so loved the world: He gave his one and only son, so that whoever believes in him will not perish, but have eternal life.   Daniel, age 10, asked if he could write for my post. So, I am honored…

Empty Play

Weekly Challenge: Opposites/Dissidence I was struck by the quiet stillness of a place usually bursting with sound and movement. All photos are shot with my Cyber-Shot DSC-H20.     A bike ride and morning of photography helped to clear some of the heartache.

I Write Because . . .

. . .Sand should be squished between toes and the ocean caught in cockle shells. . . .Children’s laughter begs even the soberest of lips to curl into a smile. . . .Pain digs into my heart And I refuse to hold it in….

You Drew Me In

Giggles and crayons melted the distance between our sorrow. Sketched out souls, framed together in a mosaic moment of play. I miss him echoed in our quiet parallel expressions of color. Each grieving, uniquely united by the unquiet outline of our circumstances.

In the War Room: Spiritual Warfare Momma Style

Psalm102:28The children of your servants shall dwell secure; their offspring shall be established before you. For the first time in over two years I returned to the chapel to pray for our church youth group as they met. Coming to church has been difficult…

Hugging Photos Isn’t Enough

Daniel hugged the plaque of Jonathan that hung at Moe’s Restaurant this weekend. His heartache was so evident in his attempt to embrace his brother. When that did not satisfy, as we walked out the door he reached for Natalie. “Here Natalie, you be Jonathan…


Blue Men and Women conducted a BOLD LETTER search for the little sheep hiding amid the pride of lions while the mother feared she had been devoured Layers of loss struggled to hope Squawks of Marco Polo volleyed Until the hunters exhausted of the game Silence ticked by until…

Jarritos Memories

A bottle of memories Sparkling with your laughter, sipped slowly by my broken heart. Silly sombrero on your head, Inviting life with your dimpled smile as cheeks puff to blow out candles. I walk by the Mexican soda at the grocery store and you make my…