When It Is Well with Your Soul, But Not with the Rest of You

I remember the somber voices singing at my mother’s funeral. I sat beside my dad, near the front of the church, as the crowd behind us led and echoed the chorus of the hymn “It Is Well.” It Is Well              It Is Well With My Soul             With My Soul And though I wasContinue reading “When It Is Well with Your Soul, But Not with the Rest of You”

Just visiting.

The pictures in my iPhoto library scrolled in front of my eyes like credits rolling on a screen at the end of a movie. Only faster. I was feeling a little uneasy in my stomach. Granted, I could have been getting motion sick from the quick movement (No, really. I’m serious. This happened to me onceContinue reading “Just visiting.”

All the feels.

There’s this phrase that young and cool people say now-a-days. When someone is feeling really emotional, good or bad, they say they have “all the feels.” Because I am not a cool person (and my young-ness is debatable, at a week shy of 39), I don’t often (ever) use this phrase. I tend to be pretty traditional.Continue reading “All the feels.”

Welcome, Joy.

She unfolded the little slip of white paper and read the question aloud. The scribbled letters, written in marker, were legible to her little Kindergarten mind, though not always decipherable to the rest of us. Karly had filled a jar with these little scraps, each containing a question that she’d composed, and to which sheContinue reading “Welcome, Joy.”