Summer had been a flurry of activity and stories and sunflowers. What would fall hold? I had a choice to make. Sit on the sidelines as a spectator or enter into the hurting schools.
If these were your last words to your loved one, what would they be or what would you say. The risk is worth it. Say I love you even when it feels risky and complicated.
Where to begin. In the last blog I posted before this October, I was in the process of helping my husband renovate the main floor of our home. We did get the house pretty much pulled together. The patience was well worth the outcome and carried me into fall. I enjoy fall, but it has … Continue reading What a Difference a Year Makes
May 2020 I can remember a few times when time seemed to stop. Twice when I was on bed rest trying to stop preterm labor. Once when my dad was critically ill. Another was fall of 2014 when my daughter was away at Bootcamp (ok, that time was terribly long) I tried to mark the … Continue reading When Time Stops
Madie's sunflowers were planted in early July. In Minnesota, that means that these have to be vigorous and a little faster growing than the average to bloom in the short season of frost free summer. My estimate put us into early October. Fortunately, Johnny knows a thing or two about the types of sunflowers and … Continue reading Madie’s Blooms- Perfect Timing
I told you about my dear Madie, but I didn't tell you that she loved sunflowers. She even had a sunflower lesson that she regularly used with the teens we mentor. Sunflowers are bright, cheerful, and have a unique design that allows them to follow the sun! Incredible. This could also easily describe Madie. Bright, cheerful, and bringing sunshine into any room.
Kelly suffered a profound and unimaginable loss. She discovered that there is a season of necessary grief and perspective gaining produced after loss.
To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time … Continue reading This Season of Spring
It is hard to believe that I am still here. And doing well. It can be mind-blowing. I would never have guessed that life after receiving a diagnosis of HER 2+, stage IV cancer with mets in my liver could become routine.
"May," he says. My friend, we didn't want to burst your bubble, but time did not appear to be on your side. But we will follow your lead. Let's get you re-vowed!