embrace
-
There he is; the little old man, his reflective vest, and his silver walker. He’s usually on the sidewalk when I am getting ready to turn to go into my school. He’s moving at a good clip for someone who is using a walker. I notice his legs are strong and muscular. Every morning on…
-
I remember Grandma DeKezel, her colostomy bag full and oozing. I remember smiling and chattering and easing her discomfort of being dependent upon my hands. I remember her talk of sex and the loathing she had when Grandpa would touch her – until she was 30. I remember the smile…
-
Her hands were bony and strong. Not the hands of youth with its demand to have power and control. No, her hands were strong from living life and a “hold onto me” strength. Those hands held onto me through the entire benediction. At the end there was that extra squeeze. I give it too. It’s…
-
When I went through Army basic training, I had to learn how to read a map and use a compass to navigate my way through the woods. Needless to say, I was not good at this. My sense of direction is always backwards. And while I can read a road map, reading a topographical…
-
I quiet myself and come into the presence of the Lord. I feel His smile reach me. It is so warm and loving. I look into Christ’s face and ask Him, “What do you want me to do?” Be still my child, my beloved daughter. Be still and bask in my embrace. I know all…
Great Joy 