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Friday’s Five

Five little things from the past few days that remind me I am a human on this earth:

babies’ laughter…

my daughter’s text from 5,000 miles away…

my son’s hugs…

a sacred medal mailed from a beautiful friend named (appropriately) Care…

a late night phone call from a friend decades younger in real years, but our soul years are sort of the same…

…our connections sustain us. They are the most beautiful and treasured gifts we have on this earth. Cherish your people. 



Friday’s Five

My typical Friday post is to share five things I am grateful for. It is never difficult to think of them. Most weeks, the difficulty is in deciding which ones to share.

This week, though.

This week, I realize the true treasure inside of me that looks for the good. I take no credit for it. I know it is pure grace.

I am appalled at the lack of love and compassion for fellow human beings. HUMAN. BEINGS. My list is a little different this week.

This day I am grateful that:
1. I believe in human dignity. (I will show respect to everyone I meet.)

2. I stand with the marginalized and the suffering. (I will not turn from those in pain.)

3. I pray for the grieving. (Their journey is unending and it will affect us all.)

4. I know that love will win. It is not a cliche. (But it is an action word.)

5. I want to help. (I will actively look for ways to do that.)


Thomas Carlyle said, “Do the duty which lies nearest to thee…the next duty will become clearer.”

Step by step, we will create a better world. Join me…please.


















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Friday’s Five

There are things in this life that make no sense.
Things we will never understand.
Things we are certain could not have been meant for us or those we love. But here we are anyway. In the midst of such days.
We keep going.
I recall early on in this journey a time when things were really piling up and seemed to be nearing a standstill. Brick wall day. Staring day.
I remember Sam’s words as he passed through our living room that day,
Lift your head up, Woman.
And I have. I lift it up and I look at the gifts God blessed us all with all these years. Gifts big and small. Gifts that get us through.

This week:
We laugh every single day.
We laugh at ourselves and each other.
We laugh with friends as we share old stories.
We still joke and kid and cut up like
we always have. It’s true. It’s precious.
It’s real.

We are grateful for time to say what we want to say and time to cherish each other. Yes, that time is limited. But isn’t yours as well? We know these are our days together, however few. That is a gift.

It started falling late this afternoon. Our sweet snow we were hoping to see. We look out every window to see a new view. Cardinals flocking on snowy branches. Ducks lifting over the pond. Flakes falling fast. The possibility of snow ice cream tonight.

Tangible and intangible ones, discussed with extended family and one another. A surprise arranged by a special nephew. Another long trip home from a sweet niece.
The gifts of a marriage: understanding, trust, care, gratitude, love. Moments of sharing.

It’s a gift that we enjoy at varying hours of the day lately. No matter. We are here together with no big schedule. We can sleep when we choose. Or when it bids us.

So. Here we are. Living the days we’ve been given. The best we can.

Tomorrow, the plan is for me to try on a mother of the groom dress for our son’s July wedding. There’s #6 gift, as I’ve been known to list from time to time. Here’s to sweet futures for those we love. And a memory I’ll always cherish: hearing Sam and our future daughter in law telling each other I love you.
God blesses us in the midst of pain. If we remember to seek His love, He always reminds us of our own.


Friday’s Five

We are home together, this week’s best gift.
We face the fact that we don’t know for how long.
The sights and sounds around here have changed again…more blinking lights, beeps of pumps, medication schedules, bags of supplies on the dining room table, equipment waiting in corners in case it’s needed.
But there’s still a gift in this: being home together.
I started this post last Friday, but as happens more and more, the moment called for more important matters…turning out the lights and just going to bed. Listening to his breathing. Holding his hand. Knowing that these are the gifts of a life, not just a week or two.
So here I am, a week later, adding to the weekly list of blessings.
Yes, I’m determined to find them. Yes, I know some people think me crazy. No. I do not care. I cope the way I can. I will myself to remember things: the crinkle around his eyes when he smiles. The dent in his chin I’ve traced for years. The nod we share in a room full of visitors that none of them in a million years would understand the full meaning of. Our love. And this Friday, I’ve lost count.
Cancer never wins. Not with us. We will always cherish our days. Together.

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An Encouraging Word on Monday

The surprise of art today…art from my treasured friend Alicia’s little girl. They came bearing bags of Mexican food and this piece of art.
I will always remember Avery repeating my name and showing me the swirls on the canvas, her handprints left for me to touch.
It’s for your art studio…
Those words of hope and belief and goodness make me know the day will come.
Until it does, this sign serves to remind
me that art and color and children and their mamas have the power to bring great joy. And today, they did.


Words in a Pouring Rain

It’s the last week of work before a much needed holiday. I’ve struggled deciding what to write today, and finally decided just to write what’s on my heart…another entry in this year of words…
I spend a lot of Sundays preparing for the next week’s work, but today I spent less time physically preparing and more time getting ready mentally.
Church was first, my weekly refuge and centering point…a candle lit for many good intentions.
It was raining as we left and as I covered my head with a bulletin to try to stay somewhat dry, I heard my name.
I turned back to see a dear elderly man, a former headmaster at a private school here…my former Sunday school teacher from a school year decades ago, Mr. Filogamo.
“I’m just so proud of you” he cried. And he really cried…real tears. So of course I cried, and the rain was falling and we were hugging, and I looked to see my husband waiting patiently, his blue shirt darkening with drop after drop of welcome rain.
A lady companion followed close behind, holding an umbrella now…a little too late as we were both quite wet. But we didn’t mind. She was worried that he might fall, rushing out the door so fast…just to catch up with me.
I’d won a teaching award recently, and by some added grace, the article about it made the front page of our local paper.
I smile telling you most friends have been congratulatory, some folks have ignored it completely, but no one had quite the reaction of this sweet man.

“Do you get some of the credit for this?” Mr. Filogamo wanted to know, looking at my husband. He just smiled, and I said something, trying to be funny.
But it wasn’t a funny moment. It was a real and precious one, standing on my church steps in a welcome rain on a Sunday when I’ve been questioning people’s motives and reactions…here came someone to remind me…
some people have such love for others that when they show it, it makes up for all those who do not.
I have to say the past few weeks have been rough in many ways. But today I received a message…in an extraordinary time and place from an unexpected source… and I’m grateful.
Once again, I am a witness to the wonder and value of words. We cannot underestimate their importance, their ability to transform a moment, a day, a coming week.
Thank you, Mr. Filogamo for words you meant and for making sure they were said.