God's Grace and Life's Challenges

Being a Belt

I want to be a belt. A good clinging one. When my mom was in the hospital, a couple weeks

Mom was sitting on the love-seat in a pleasant mood when I arrived today. She was talking to her dear

Yesterday I woke up and looked at my desk. It was just as I’d left it when I got the

Jesus, bless them, please. Today Mom asked, as she always does, “Where’s Raymon?” And I answered, as I often do,

I know most of Mom’s sentences by heart these days, as she tends to be very repetitive. But today she

It’s all kind of crazy. And we might be crazy. My mom said so. Life with her is “interesting” these

Sometimes I don’t know the why. Well, often I don’t know the why. I sat on the porch with Mom

I’m thankful for this sweet little, mostly depleted candle. Somewhere in the earlier years of Mom’s AD, before we even

Oh Jesus, please take your time. The phone call this morning was full of love and concern, but part of

The day is overcast. My mood is downcast. It seems like every phone call I answer, every bit of news