Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
sunbeams
Friday, August 19, 2011
friday at opa's
Sunday, August 14, 2011
sunday
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
wednesday's wind
The wind tosses yellow against the green,
and white and greys are cleared from the blue.
Sunday's message comes to mind. Christ teaches us to live in love. Our faith in Him gives hope. Love remains eternally, whereas faith and hope will become a seeing and a fulfillment. Amazing!
At bedtime a little boy wonders what Oma is doing now. Is she talking to Jesus? Does she have all her questions answered; does she know what the first language was?
And I wonder too....
Dearest mom what do you see, what do you know? I know that she is blessed and that she is happy beyond imagination. I know that earthly shortcomings have vanished.
But still, I wonder, as I would wonder if she was on an earthly vacation, what she is doing at the moment. And I wish I could just hear a little message, just read a little note.
And I miss her.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
tuesday
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
twenty-one
Where do the days go when a child slips from wide eyed babe to bright eyed woman?
Time on its relentless march with only change in it's trail. Children grow and Omas go, and nothing, no nothing, stays the same. Summer is slipping by just as the moments tick beyond reach. The now precariously perched.
Today I missed mom. It is the first time she has missed Maria's birthday. Reality is trying to peek into the packaged grief.
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