Time with Mike was slipping through my fingers like the sands of an hour glass, only, there was no way to measure how much sand…
Year: 2018
(Written June 15, 2018) Tears silently rolled down my cheeks as I laid there on my white washed wooden twin bed, running my ten-year-old fingers…
(Written March 28, 2018) “I can’t" I wonder how often I’ve uttered those words to the Lord over the course of these last 4 years.…
(Written January 12, 2018) There sits in my room a special box, a black box. The lid of this box contains frames to store various…
(Written January 7, 2018) Today marks one year since we celebrated the life of our beloved Mike. Whenever I look at this picture I am…
These last few months, the Lord has got me pondering about what it means to be strong. I confess in part this is because I…
1 “To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:” 4 “A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time…
It’s a bit surreal when I think that the three of us have made it through six months without our beloved Mike aka “Daddy”. Just…