Changes Again

rebekkah-and-laredo-1Some changes are happening around me, and I’ll have to admit, I’m getting swept away in them. Rebekkah is going to be spending the summer somewhere else, far away, and while I think the change is going to be good for her, the selfish part of me wonders what I will do without her. Rebekkah is the one who comes to hang out with me each week, watches marathon television shows like Vikings or Newsroom with me, and keeps me sharp about biblical matters. How can I even begin to put into words just how much I’m going to miss her?

The other side of the coin is that my son is moving to Austin this 10923695_10152687027819053_1828799267009731489_oweekend. I have missed my boy more than words can express, and I’m looking forward to hugging his neck!

Dad hasn’t been feeling well, and I can hear it in his voice every time I speak to him. Please pray for him. I hate to hear the pain.

 

Now I Love With A Limp

Losing Him

Loving With A Limp

ehasThe internet is over-flowing with stories of heartbreak and loss, and mine is not all that different. Pain is pain, and despite everything that is said or done, pain hurts equally. I’ve read some stories that left me wondering how these poor people were able to ever recover from the wounds, while others’ seemed like the hurt was far more extensive than the circumstances warranted. That’s the thing about being humans. We interpret life from different perspectives, and a patchwork of things contribute to every single thing we have, or ever will, experience. But we all understand pain, and what hurts, hurts. It is one of the truly few things we all understand pretty much the same.

In October 2011, I had been happily married for almost 20 years to a man who had come along and eased some of the wounds I had suffered from an abused childhood. It…

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