A Sword Pierced Soul

Mary, the mother of Jesus, has been on my mind this week. Easter week. Holy Week. This is the week she would have heard the cries of the people welcoming Jesus to Jerusalem, waving palm branches and shouting Hosanna!—“Save us, we beseech you!” This is the week she...

Go Your Way

I am up at 4:45am this morning on the first day of the new year.  It’s not unusual that I am up this early, or even earlier.  For me, sleep has been elusive since September 2022 when my sweet Ilona died. In years past, waking up to a new year brought so many hopes and...

Whiteout

Recently, the Cleveland Browns NFL football team was playing on a Thursday night when there suddenly arose a whiteout snow storm in the middle of the game.  It was snowing so heavily that the field crew had to regularly run onto the field to shovel and expose the...

Grief Work

Grief work. I will never forget sitting down with our counselor for our first session just a few weeks after Ilona died and he said, “If you are willing to go through the work of grief…” To be honest, I don’t really remember what he said after that.  It had something...