• Anniversary of a Tragedy

    We were sitting in bed watching TV a little after midnight . He leaned over and kissed me and said quietly, “Happy Anniversary,” with an understanding smile. But it was so very hard fo me to say the words back. I think I only whispered them. I knew that the next morning was ‘the day’ but I wasn’t prepared for it right then. There aren’t words to describe the physical feelings that my heart and stomach did when he said ‘happy anniversary’. Or the thoughts and emotions that flooded in with absolutely no warning. My eyes instantly filled with tears and I choked them back as best I could. Today…

  • Bury the Castle

    I watched an online sermon today by Preston Morrison about the power of our words. It hits home in several areas. The message is that our words can build up or tear down another person. They can heal or they can hurt. He talked about how, if we let God use our words to heal others, we will never regret it. I have thought about this all day. At one point, I told my daughter about it (obviously in kiddo language) and now she puts more thought into how she speaks to her little brother. The reference to how our words can bring about healing in another person really stuck…