Eating for two
One of the more significant memories I have of my time in the hospital (before Samantha was born) is how much I hated the food. This is not meant to knock all hospital food. It’s just the particular hospital where I lived…
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Christ, the Life of All the Living
I think as long as I struggle with finding words to say during this season, one that is marked by painful anniversaries and sweet memories that also hurt, I will keep turning to the Lenten hymns.
Meeting Samantha
The day after Samantha was born, I woke up anxious to hold her. I wanted to really meet her, not just glance at her face or feel her kick, but hold her and talk to her.
Unfortunately, I had to wait.
Happy birthday
Today would have been Samantha’s 8th birthday. How is that possible? I cannot fathom having an 8-year-old.
So here’s what I remember from that day eight years ago…
Savior, When in Dust to Thee
I have a deep, abiding love of Lenten hymns. The poetry is so beautiful, and I could sit and ponder the language all day (apologies to all non-English majors out there). I mean, look at the fourth verse. Where else do you see a word like sepulchral?
Ashes
Last night we had Ash Wednesday worship. I didn’t grow up with the tradition of ashes being placed on foreheads – perhaps it’s a little too much for Nebraska farmers. But once I went to college, I’ve been anointed by soot just about every year.
Ash Wednesday (re-run)
Today is Ash Wednesday. Unlike many of the other posts related to this day, I’m not getting into a discussion about sin, Lent, fasting, or ashes. This post isn’t particularly holy. It’s about my daughter (isn’t it always?).
Mardi Gras
This blog post is part of a series that I began for telling our story. You can read the first …
Saying goodbye (re-run)
This blog post is part of a series that I began for telling our story. You can read the first …
Rewind
This blog post is part of a series that I began for telling our story. You can read the first …
Blooming Joy! 