Tag: loss

Settled Smiles

I reach into photos, attempting CPR on settled smiles.

Sifted Box of Memories

The box of meaning is sifted, your fragrance lingers I’ve boiled off the excess and let these treasures simmer in my soul weary of searching for something missing That never could be boxed in.


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…

Dusty Realities

Dreams–dusty realities removing time and distance Like a movement of dissidence, tucked into a symphony of reason. You are a memory that makes no sense, resurrected by heartache, sewn together by longing, until the persistent alarm shatters my dreams to a heavy concrete world without you.

Turning the Page on Saturday: Embracing the Resurrection power of Sunday

“It is Only for the Weekend” was the sermon title at my in-laws church. God, who is not limited, doesn’t even operate in the limits of time, takes our circumstances whether good or bad and declares that they are temporary. Even death is now…

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…

Turning the Page no Matter What: Forming routine in the midst of crisis

1 John 1:1That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we looked upon and have touched with our hands, concerning the word of life— 2the life was made manifest, and we have seen it,…

Grandma’s Perseverance Lessons

Psalm 105:8 He remembers his covenant forever, the word that he commanded, for a thousand generations . . . My grandmother on my father’s side laughed like a teenage girl. I loved to hear her giggle. One summer I got to spend several weeks…

Heaven: Keeping my eyes fixed on the finish line

2 Corinthians 5:1 For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens Today I have to attend the funeral of my great aunt….

Lashing out in Anger

Things are a bit raw between my husband and I right now. When struggling with grief it can get easier to slip back into old habits or lash out at those you love. So how in the world do we keep perspective in our…

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