This one is a painful topic. I lost custody of my kids seventeen months ago. Having weathered (Sober) the death of a spouse, the infidelity of another, the unplanned arrival (and subsequent adoption) of a late-life baby, and a host of medical problems, I let my guard down when my life finally looked like smooth sailing---and I … Continue reading Mommying, the Way It Is
Tag: God’s Humor
Taking Off the Training Wheels (in Prayer)
When we were motorcycle-shopping, Jon jokingly threatened to buy me a bike with training wheels---though he then reassured me that he wouldn't humiliate me like that. I think the issue goes deeper than avoiding humiliation, though---what I need most is to build the gut-level confidence that the bike will, indeed, stay upright even without Jon … Continue reading Taking Off the Training Wheels (in Prayer)
The Science of Smiles
Okay, I have to admit my body is not yet accustomed to day-long shifts standing on concrete. Or more accurately, it's not yet re-adjusted to that... When I owned and ran a restaurant the days were a lot longer, and sure, they wore me out---but they didn't make my muscles sore like they are this … Continue reading The Science of Smiles
Jesus Meets a Harley-Riding Rabbit
Regardless of what the retail-store displays would have us believe, Easter really isn't about chocolate, baskets, or long-eared hopping mammals. Nevertheless, our church chooses to host an "Easter Eggstravaganza" for the neighborhood, staged in the park right behind the church. It's part of our mission to reach out to the neighborhood, and be a presence. It's not intended … Continue reading Jesus Meets a Harley-Riding Rabbit
Don’t Be JAFO
I said a probable goodbye to a dear friend today. Pat just had a massive stroke; he's in a coma on life support and not expected to make it back to us. Knowing that he wouldn't be talking to me (but who knows, might be able to hear me) I stopped at the hospital today … Continue reading Don’t Be JAFO
I Am the Pumpkin Patch
My mother used to tease that she had found me in a pumpkin patch, and my sister under a cabbage leaf. Secure in our elementary knowledge of biology (and the baby-book photos of her bulging belly) we didn't think twice about our origin, despite her joke. I used to make a similar wisecrack when my teens … Continue reading I Am the Pumpkin Patch
If God Acts as Travel Agent, Don’t Argue the Itinerary
I dreamed last night that I was back in Safe Haven, the psych-facility where I recently spent ten days, and the dream felt comforting. The place is well named. My cell phone was one of the things I missed most in there---not for calls, but for Google (I hadn't realized how many things-a-day I look … Continue reading If God Acts as Travel Agent, Don’t Argue the Itinerary
Kana's Chronicles 