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Walking on Painfully Aware

It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.
~Ecclesiastes 7:2

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‘You are Loved’ seems just right…

“I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state but a process.”

~C.S. Lewis (A Grief Observed)

Even when you have mourned the death of a loved one before the whole processes is very confusing for you.    Each and every individual person who dies leaves a unfillable hole in your life… their being and mass once took that space up and it will never really be filled again in this life.   Mourning will appear familiar and completely new with each unique person you say farewell too.  It  can be hard to know what to say to someone who is dealing with death front and center, but perhaps it helps to know it is very foggy for them too.  

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When My Dad Died

My Dad died earlier this month. Continue reading →

Thanking God The Dishwasher Broke!

Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good. 10 Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another; 11 not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord; 12 rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer;

~Romans 12: 9-12~ (Authorized KJV)

I recall a line from a quote, meant to be inspirational, that goes something like this, ‘be grateful for dirty dishes for they mean your family is feed’.   This little blurb has been coming to mind a lot more of late… as my dishwasher has been broken for months now.

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Singing A Song Even In Winter

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

~Anne Bradstreet~

Winter entices us all to remain more in doors, and rewards us with a sense of courage when we go out.

Winter gives us all a good reason to slow down and enjoy solitude, while also giving us an opportunity to really feel loneliness if we aren’t careful how much we sit in silence.

Winter brings out child like joy at the arrival of the first snow fall, and can push the older hearts to grumble as it lingers on.

Christmas is in winter.

Christmas gives the darkest time of year a chance to shine.

The lights, the love, the community; when found Christmas warms one to the middle no matter what the thermometer reads.

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Bed Time is A Crisis

It was well past his bedtime, so late Mom was ready to crawl into her own bed for the night.  Unlike the stubborn little guy pouting in the hall Mom was more then ready for this time of the day.  All the main floor lights were shut down and she was determined to get that frustrating littlest man into bed then find her own before she fell asleep on her feet.  She walked up stairs intentionally stomping to give him a serious hint about how serious she was about him returning to his bed. Continue reading →

The Grumpy Family and Loving Us All Through It!

Who knew being excited and happy could be so exhausting?!  After living here for a little over three months I realise we have a lot more adjusting to go through and although we are so thrilled to have moved we are also strained by it. Continue reading →


The roof has been bad for years.  This was THE spring to get it done finally.  We had the equipment rented, the qualified friend prepared to help us, everything delivered and ready… and then it rained… and rained… every day for a few weeks.

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Dirt, Seeds, Hoping For Growth

All one really needs is some tilled dirt.  Today I found three relativity small patches in the yard that I could tame into a garden.  Grass and weeds had to be dug out and I gave the soil a turn with a garden claw.  All very rewarding work in spite of my complaining back.

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Packaged with Love

On this Valentines day I am thinking about my Dad, my kids Papa Munro.

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