Most mornings when I wake up, the first thing I do is get my bearings. I tell myself what day it is and state the most important thing(s) on my agenda. Out loud. And no, I’m not joking. I don’t know if I’m a heavy sleeper or what, but I usually wake up in a […]
Way back in May, 2003, I started a blog. Actually, Luke set it up for me. Beyond basic e-mail, the Internet was mostly a mystery to me, but I’d been posting comments on Luke’s LiveJournal for a few weeks, and several of his regular readers encouraged me to start one of my own. With much
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If you’ve read Parting the Waters, you will probably remember the account of my cleaning Jacob’s room a couple months after his near-drowning and finding the slogan taped above his bedroom door: "Today is the greatest day, and I am in it." At the time he was lying in a coma at the nursing home.
I sat behind the table and watched them come in–some energetic and eager, some shuffling, bent as though carrying an invisible weight. Others leaned on walkers or canes or the arms of loved ones, their faces deeply lined with memories I could only try to imagine. A noon luncheon is always on the agenda, and
Yesterday morning I was exercising in the den when the doorbell rang. I headed that way, but saw George coming from the opposite end of the house and let him get it. He opened the door and said hello to someone I couldn’t see. Then I heard a woman’s jittery voice. “I-I’m just looking for
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When I started this blog in 2003, it was my one portal into the vast and then-mysterious realm of The Internets. I tip-toed sheepishly into a smallish corner and jotted little stories I wanted to remember and share. Then, much to my delight, a few people seemed to like them and left comments, which spurred
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When the phone rang this afternoon, I let the machine answer it. A woman’s voice stated her name and then why she was calling. Her twenty-five-year-old daughter had been in a car accident, she explained, and had suffered severe brain injury . . . That’s as far as she got before I picked up the
Life has been busy and good, with happy moments gracing ordinary days, like fragrant rose petals scattered on a familiar path. A few highlights: Several days ago I logged on to gmail and saw a green dot beside Luke’s name. I was a little surprised to find him online, because he’s currently traveling across West
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A couple of months ago we received an invitation in the mail. It read, “By the Grace of God, The Province of the Anglican Church of Rwanda requests your prayers and presence at the Ordination and Consecration of The Reverend Philip Hill Jones to be a Bishop in the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church
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