Tuesday, you would have turned 70, Celebrating a life filled to the brim. You left us when you were 23, God called you home with Him. Forty-seven years later, and I still miss you so much. You were my older sister, But, you had a mother's touch. I remember you bathed me at night, And... Continue Reading →
Photo by Ted Strutz Marla sifted through the photos, hoping to find one of her beloved older sister, Catherine. They had been inseparable as children, and Catherine was her hero, fearless as any of the boys in the neighborhood. Her bravery had caused her a lot of problems with Mama, but Marla had loved cheering... Continue Reading →
Written for the September Writing Prompts by Putting My Feet in the Dirt: the absence of her. As I am writing my memoir, I cannot help but remember my sister. Her name was Joann, and she was the strongest person that I have ever known at a compact 5 feet, 2 inches tall. She was... Continue Reading →
I cannot imagine her pain as she watched her oldest child dying. Truly, as the old apostle, Simeon, had prophesied, it must have felt like a sword was piercing her very soul. In John 19:26-27, John tells us that he was standing at the cross with Jesus' mother, close enough for Jesus to see their... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 