Still, it remains in my mind some days later, the picture of the children’s shoes outside the front door of the house on a warm Sunday afternoon. I can feel the warm breeze blowing through the front door, hear the weeping of children, and feel the sting of death – and there was my little girl in the middle taking part in the “ministry of presence.”
The Unexpected
A Zacchaeus Moment
I’ve had things happen to me in life that I couldn’t explain and there are still some things I can’t explain; they still don’t have a place to fit into in my life. So, those pieces just sit out on the periphery of the puzzle, waiting to be fit at the right moment.
The Pork Roast Disaster
The moral of this story? Close the kitchen door before attempting to remove a pork roast from the oven.
The Last Load of Laundry
I originally wrote this two years ago and it feels like yesterday. I am still missing Matthew. _________________ I wasn’t
