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Amid today’s unprecedented criticism, I thank God for the church!
We have a wonderful support network, and I realize most of it stems from one source: the church. Despite the church’s many flaws, I thank God for the church!
All’s well that ends well enough: a record of this week’s surprises
Tuesday was a LONG day! Things are looking better on Wednesday.
Thinking about sniffles in a whole new way: It’s not ‘JUST a cold’
Even this small compromise of my energy reminds me that my good health is vital for our household to function these days.
‘Keeping Christmas,’ it happened again for us, even this year
Different to be sure, but Christmas this year didn’t go unmarked or uncelebrated. We’ll always remember how we “kept Christmas” at the end of 2023.
I’ll not call this a Christmas letter, just a greeting from the heart
We’re not sending cards this year, but maybe this heartfelt greeting will be enough to take their place.
It comes slowly, so I’ll keep at it—again and again and again
A friend wrote after reading last week’s post to say, “I’m deeply moved by your practice of gratitude.”
‘Different’ describes our days, including our Christmas this year
Different is the category for every aspect of our life right now. Christmas will simply fit the pattern.
Because? In spite of? I’m learning to be grateful in both situations
Gratitude can fall into one of two categories. Most often it fits in both.
Talking to myself in a room that feels empty. This is my story
Three quotes give me something to remember that will help lighten my caregiving load.
Saturday, Sunday, sad: Her memory is the least of her losses
A slice of our life to give a broader picture of our every day with Alzheimer’s. Memory is only the beginning of the problems.
We knew the season for sheltering fragile life wasn’t far away
Rereading a post from one year ago reminds me the cycle continues and the circle won’t end.
Perspective comes from noting the blessings. So I’ll jot a few here
I call this “My Chronicle,” sort of a diary recording the steps on our journey. And this week I feel I must mention that many of them are quite pleasant.
No matter their age, it’s a privilege to partner on the journey
Listen with me to the interactions between a young parent and her child, and see if you’re hearing the same phrases today.
Even when it comes in small doses, satisfaction is something to savor
I’ve been thinking about happiness and contentment and satisfaction. And I can report that the last goal, although not always automatic, is the easiest to achieve.
Handling the new while grieving the loss of the old: It’s not easy
Capitalizing on the present while admitting and grieving the loss of the past is the challenge for everyone loving a person with a debilitating disease.
What I’m deciding these days: Blunted blessings are still blessings!
The blessings showered on us are all welcome—even though so many are shadowed by the unpleasant difficulties of this season.
Stanley Tucci, Italian cooking, cancer, and the meaning of life
I was getting a little bored with the book till I came to the last chapter and realized Tucci had touched something far more profound than what we’ll fix for dinner.
A voice from the past, a reflection that makes us sad—and proud
Sometimes memories from 20 years ago make us sad. Sometimes they do something more. That’s what happened for us this week.
Our best version of a good week. (Some moments didn’t make Facebook.)
The pictures were not a lie. They just didn’t include some recurring moments we chose not to post on Facebook.
A picture post to confirm a friend’s assessment: ‘Your life is rich’
Memories from just one week prove the point: I have so many reasons to be thankful.