It’s a hard time of life. You’re not a “little kid” anymore but you’re not a teenager, either. They call them the “tween years,” which I think means you are lost somewhere between the whacky childhood years and the chaotic teen years. Whatever it is, today our Andrew officially enters his last year of the…
Month: March 2019
Gravel Roads Get You There, Too
My Dad was born and raised in the little, country town of Mendenhall, Mississippi. When I was growing up, we spent nearly every Saturday down there visiting my grandparents, along with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins who were scattered along highway 13. Most of my memories include either walking or riding down all the…
The Winding, Hilly Road
They say the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. That may be the case for most things, but that certainly does not apply to the journey from the cradle to the grave. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve written about that journey; about the hairpin turns that sometimes leave us with…
In the Magnolia State of Uncertainty: Waiting to See What God Does
I made it back to Mississippi yesterday. I had waffled on when I was coming, trying to figure out timing so that I could be here when it’s most crucial for the family to be together. Not knowing which way this is going and when while living 400 miles away, timing is important. I don’t…
Whiplash From Life’s Hairpin Turns
As I write this, my Dad lay in ICU at Baptist Hospital in Jackson with a very slim chance of recovery, medically speaking. On Wednesday he was set to go home today (Friday) but took a terrible turn sometime during that night. In an instant, everything changed. That’s the way life is, isn’t it? Instantaneous…
Meditation for Today: Grace
I have found that the idea of grace is a wonderful concept to think about but a whole ‘nother thing to live! In my own life, I find that I don’t like to give myself grace. Let me rephrase that: I want to give myself grace—I just usually don’t. I am often my own…
