Deconstruction & Reconstruction
There’s been a slow deconstruction happening in my life over the last few years. My sister refers to it as a divorce, but I don’t know that I would describe it in that way.
The First Year Without My Daughters
I have to be honest. A part of me didn’t want to write today. Not on this day. But as my therapist would remind me, if I don’t do this today, I would regret it.
As I write this, I’m sitting in the hospital visiting my grandmother, Isabel. She’s 89 (she just had a birthday on December 18) and she suffered a stroke on the very last day of 2016. Instead of spending New Years Eve ushering in 2017 and celebrating my husband’s 35th birthday downtown (he’s a January 1…
I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth. – Psalms, Chapter 40 When my husband and I envisioned this…
In yet another attempt to get myself writing as a part of my own healing, I’m starting another series on this blog – this time centered on music. I’m calling it DraftingMusic, music to listen to as we draft Jesus.