The lingering fumes of my neighbors garbage. Burns alongside the road. Waking me to another morn. Another day. Oh hoping. And praying. And I sit. Knees strong on the dust before me. First thing. Like Abuela taught me. Praying to a God I don’t know. Nervously caressing the dangling emblem. Abuela gave me. Strung around my […]
How Captives Are Set Free. And Your Part in it All.
“You are an intercessor.” Ex-pastors wife says. Among bubbles. And sun. And watermelon crying out for harvest. And it is like when you hear your name in a flooded room. And you turn. And question….. “Is that really me they’re calling?” For it has been some time. Since knees lay raw. On carpet floor. Crying out […]
How we got 13 cats!
Outside. Peering around a plant in the driveway. Abandoned. Baby kitten. We scoop it up. Coddle it. In arms of love. Thinking…..”Why would anyone abandon such a precious part of God?” Girls squeal. Another kitten. Behind the wheel of our car. This one runs off and struggles to get caught. Just as cute. Just as playful. […]
When Silence Speaks. And a nearly 100 yr old Aunt.
It’s been awhile. But, then, it’s Mother’s Day. And she has no children. I creep in. Unnoticed. Just a silhouette. Me. Her niece. Forgotten a long time ago. All because of Alzheimers. But, this time. So close to death. Her mis-wired head….leaves her with no words. And she is absolutely beautiful. And why is the silence…..most […]
The Gift on 1 year Blog Anniversary.
I am not sure what woke me. Strolling closely to the double french doors staring from my canopy bed. Peering over the balcony rail. Groggy. Foggy in my head. I spot them. Tendering walking. Fluffy tails. Strolling as if the night before, they didn’t hear gun shots, or barking dogs, or lawn mowers eating tall blades […]
What does it Means to be a “good” Mother? 11 Children Later.
What does it mean to be a “good” mother? I have often asked and wondered. Going into parenting, 19 years ago, I was oblivious to it’s description. I boiled rice. Burnt toast. Struggled with the all night need to rock and hold my babies. And not sleeping, of course. I had no idea how to wash […]