#thisisgrief This was me yesterday. In the morning, I was cheerful and eager to serve with #mercychefs at their new Beacon on the Hill kitchen in Kerrville. I even wore my @jamieelizabeth #hillcountrystrong earrings. It was a good morning, and I helped feed around 1,000 of my neighbors a home-cooked meal. By afternoon, I receivedContinue reading “A Tale of Two Faces”
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Triggered, but still HIS …
Last night I enjoyed an all-too-brief moment of zen, courtesy of an early evening thunderstorm at my home in southeast Kerrville. Despite the seeming tranquility, I faced frantic thoughts like “Is everyone ok? Is everyTHING ok? What if the river is rising? How can we protect the office?” At the same moment these thoughts racedContinue reading “Triggered, but still HIS …”
NOT-SO-STUPIDLY His
It’s been a hard week. Situations arose involving finances, marriage, and parenting that left me feeling entirely clueless. And the still-recovering people-pleasing, over-achieving perfectionist in me does.not.like.feeling.dumb! But that’s exactly where I found myself on multiple days this week: confused, stumped, not knowing which way to turn or how to proceed. I stumbled across theContinue reading “NOT-SO-STUPIDLY His”
CONSISTENTLY His
I had to retire my favorite pair of tennis shoes. For a tennis player, it’s a big deal. You see, the repetitive stops and starts on hard-court tennis surfaces wear and tear the soles of a player’s shoes. And if you play frequently, just about the time you get a pair of tennis shoes reallyContinue reading “CONSISTENTLY His”
PEACEFULLY His
“Shhhh!” Johnathan urgently whispered. “There’s a fake man sleeping in my room!” My then-four-year-old caught me off-guard with his instructions. On the one hand, he was adamant that everyone in the house conform to his imaginary world; on the other hand, his own words betrayed him when he described the man as “fake.” IContinue reading “PEACEFULLY His”
IMMOVABLY His
I am experiencing an intense love/hate relationship with cooking right now. I oscillate between the blissful, therapeutic, rhythmic chopping of fresh vegetables and stirring of pots and saucepans, to absolute dread and anguish at the mere thought of planning and preparing one more meal. I’m reminded of my mixed emotions the time a young JohnathanContinue reading “IMMOVABLY His”
Expressively HIS ... 