Got a text message from a friend saturday that said, “kay m– had massive stroke. not expected to live.” What? Wait a minute, did i read that right? My friend, kay, was going to die? How could that be? She’s only a few years older than me. She has kids (5, to be exact) and grandkids. She has a husband who adores her. What about her friends, her church…..? This can’t be right–kay isn’t really going to die. But, in fact, by saturday evening my dear friend kay was home with Jesus, leaving us all standing in a daze, wondering… Continue reading
I was born on Valentine’s Day,my mama’s pride and joy.She was a child of 14 years;I was her real-life toy.She could have given me awayand gone back to her childhood world.But we stuck togetherand raised each other;my mama and me–her Valentine girl.
Recently on a fun little questionnaire on Facebook, the question was asked, “Who do you miss?” I thought about that, and honestly, after thinking about it, realized I don’t really miss people and that’s the response I wrote to the question. Now, let me explain, coz I’ve already gotten myself in trouble because of that answer. I have extended family that I see maybe twice a year, sometimes three. I love these family members and I’m always glad to see them. While I don’t sit around missing them the rest of the times I don’t see them, I realize when… Continue reading
Someday, i will be a really old woman (if the Lord so wills), and i will be dependent upon people. Because i have a fiercely independent nature, i don’t think this will be an easy journey for me. As a matter of fact, I recently got a small taste of having to depend upon other folks. We sold my car to our daughter, leaving us with only one car. So hubby would drop me off and work and come back and get me at the end of the day. I had to get someone to take me to church, the… Continue reading
I needed my husband this evening. It’s been a stressful day, finding out that my work hours had been cut, which will mean a good bit of belt-tightening for a while. I’m up for that; we can make it, but I so wish my husband had been here to be with me when I got home. Instead, he was at the hospital sitting with a family whose loved one was in surgery. It’s what pastors do, and I don’t begrudge him that one bit, nor do I begrudge the family wanting him there. It’s just that every now and then,… Continue reading