Once again, I fought to remain immobile as electric currents ran through coiled wire, creating loud, resonate sounds. I’m no stranger to being encapsulated in a giant, tube-shaped, fiberglass magnet. Still, hammer blows pound against my chest each time. Continue reading →
My heart sank as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I imagined what she must’ve been feeling.
The young woman caught my eye as I drove past the empty parking lot on my way home from the store. There she sat, on the pavement in front of her car, her feet straight out in front of her. Her face was buried in her hands; her shoulders shook up and down.
A young man crouched before her, his arms resting on his knees. His face appeared kind, gentle. He was speaking to her out of what appeared to be genuine concern. Just as he cupped her face in his hands, I drove beyond the couple and a gnawing tightness in my chest signaled a familiar echo. Continue reading →
“Haven’t you read that at the beginning the Creator made them male and female, and said, ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh’? So, they are no longer two, but one. Therefore, what God has joined together, let man not separate.” — Matthew 19:4-6
The descending countdown has continued every few weeks over the past several months.
“You never realize how much you like someone until you watch them like someone else.” — Unknown
Long since are the days when I was last in line to pick an instrument in the school band, or the last one to be picked as a square-dancing partner, or, to be excluded from a specific circle of friends. Now that I’m an adult and all grown-up, I assumed I’d never experience feelings of rejection again. That only happens when you’re a kid, right? Wrong.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Matthew 5:4
The brisk puffs of air carrying the aroma of nearby Gardenias drifted through the screen of my back porch, caressing my face. I watched the leaves on the trees lining my back deck gently flutter in the soft breeze as I slowly rocked, alone with sad thoughts. I was mourning the death of my sweet aunt who recently lost her difficult battle with Lou Gehrig’s disease.
Whoever claimed, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”–lied.
Nearly 20 years after the incident, the memory of the wound still exists. It’s one thing to be on the receiving end of a “zinger” from someone you don’t know, or when there’s no malicious intent. It’s quite another issue to bear the brunt of a comment from someone familiar to you. One who knows your insecurities and uses them for intended harm. Have you been there?
“When they call to me, I will answer them; when they are in trouble, I will be with them.” Psalm 91:15a
The sun streamed in through the window casting a checker board of morning light onto the walnut blonde floor, like a flamboyant guest without an invitation. My fingers tapped incessantly as my arms lay at both sides of my hospital gown on the bed. Thoughts flew wildly around my head, like a trapped parakeet in a closed room.