Hope that lasts
I had put off returning to my mother’s house as long as I could, relishing the long winter storms that kept me holed up at my home in Maine. But after the snow receded, leaving behind mud and brown grass, I knew it was time to return to her Connecticut cottage. Mom...Seeing God’s goodness in the midst of loss
“I would have despaired, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living,” those words, written 3,000 years ago by the Psalmist David, were my prayer through my mom’s six month cancer journey. I prayed God would heal her. Oh,...
A MAN LIKE JOHN: LOVE AND GRIEF
Love is so closely wound with grief, they blossom together. Seventeen years ago, rocking my firstborn son in the quiet dark as Hale Bopp streaked past the window, I was filled with the aching awareness that while I was here to hold and comfort him at the beginning of...BIRTH IN MULAGO HOSPITAL
“She was born in Mulago Hospital and abandoned at birth.” From the moment I heard those words about Ruth, the floppy-limbed, dark skinned, bright eyed sixteen-month-old baby who would become my daughter, I’d drawn a mental picture of the place...Meadow Rue
Wife, mom, writer, friend, sharing God in my everyday life through “Faith Notes.”