I never expected Woodland Mall to feel like coming home.
Women have been listening to their minds race in circles after a crazy day far longer than we know.
Grief is never a simple journey from point A to point B, but slowly… sometimes very slowly, it does get better.
PSA: never use the word condolences. Please. It’s cold and unfeeling.
Our culture doesn’t like to face the idea of death – it means loss, pain and grief. No one wants to think about it but we will all face it.
If we truly believe God is sovereign… what does that mean in this situation? This moment in history?
Somehow when David’s hurt and lament was spent, he could see Yahweh even in the awful stuff.
From taps… “all is well, safely rest, God is nigh” to the flag slowly folded and presented… “on behalf of the President of the United States and a grateful nation” to my veteran father-in-law… I was barely controlling my emotion.
Does keeping track of goals feel like a prison cell? Read on to find out how planners are like underwear. 🙂
Mother’s Day weekend 2017 we physically moved in, but January 2019 this house finally feels like our home. The books have their esteemed place on the wall once again.
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