"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o're wrought heart and bids it break." William Shakespeare
There is light at the end of every tunnel. Keep moving. All you need is a little faith. At first I saw only blackness; the deepest darkest blackness one only experiences in nightmares. Standing blindly, on the edge of the precipice of a bottomless cavern echoing back my anguished cries, I was both fearful and yet …
It was six months ago at 10:36 PM EST that you died with your dear head in my lap. I am going to finally verbalize the details of that terrible night. We shy away from these things because the memory is excruciating; the recollection of it does terrible things to your mind and heart, but it is …
I walk through the rain forest with the trees an impenetrable canopy of chromatic green above and around me. I look longingly for those strong, smooth calves walking ahead of me, leading me in hiking shoes and those familiar khaki shorts and white tee shirt. But instead, I am at the head. I am the …
I stared hard at the verdant green rolling hill before me, enveloped in the arms of snow-capped, craggy mountains that made my eyes water for their beauty. My eyes ached with yearning to see you, even from a great distance, come walking up over the rise of that plateau, smile that endearing smile, and raise …
It is very early in the morning as I finish my devotional and bible study. I go to that beautiful field of wildflowers, undulating slowly in the soft breeze, to the willow tree draping the crystalline brook, where I meet with Him. I rest my head on His lap and look up at the lacy curtain of …
I saw your sailboat today; far out and tiny on the vast ocean, but I knew it was you. The three-masted schooner clipped along the tiny peaks of white caps, piercing through the dimensions between you and I. I heard your voice and saw that smile; that effervescent, perpetual smile. You said you were praying for me; …
I sit here on my little patio, rocking back and forth, reading my favorite Psalms over and over to comfort myself. I know I should be able to apply the balm of the beautiful sunshine and warmth, of the pretty place I now live, of the many gifts God has given me, but it won’t …
I sat looking out at the rolling sea glistening under the bright, hot Caribbean sun and tried to put together what God was slowly revealing: Unless the seed in the head of wheat falls to the ground and is buried, a new shaft of wheat cannot spring to life. It began to dawn on me that …
I am haunted by all the space that I will live without you.Richard Brautigan As I sit here alone at this lovely breakfast on board this opulent ship, recently docked at Key West, so many memories assail me and I fight hard not to start crying again. I was at another medical conference then, at the …
Tick, tock, tick, tock…click, clack, click, clack; the rhythmic beating in my head started soft and somewhat soothing in its predictability, but gained momentum and volume until it became a cacophonic pounding resonating against my brain. The clock, the metronome, the measurements of time relentlessly attempting to move forward against the impenetrable wall my heart …
