I drove to Norfolk, Virginia on Saturday to take my oldest son, Emerson, to see Les Miserable. It was the first Broadway production I ever saw almost thirty years ago in New York City and it was his first time of seeing it live. I was his age when I first laid eyes on an... Continue Reading →
He may not walk in his shoes, but he pushes his chair. I have been in bed for days with the flu and pneumonia. For the last few mornings my oldest son, Emerson, has had to push Wesley down to the street and help him get on the bus. This picture both warms and breaks... Continue Reading →
Before October 26, 2001 I can honestly say I never wondered what it would be like to have child with special needs. Growing up in the 70's and 80's there was no such thing as inclusion. The kids with special needs had their own classroom at the end of the hall. We never interacted with... Continue Reading →
Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. Romans 5:3-5 I love the above... Continue Reading →
Our culture does not discuss grief. In fact, we do just about everything we can to avoid it. We don't know what to say to someone experiencing it and few of us know what to do once we find ourselves in its powerful grasp. Grief is one of the great equalizers. We all must endure... Continue Reading →
These two are my bookends. They are both bright, sweet, considerate, and wonderful sons. They are both enormously protective and loving toward me. Some would even say they are momma's boys. They both also have no father but they are not fatherless. Emerson had a father long enough to know what his absence means. Nathan,... Continue Reading →
A photographer holds her camera and lifts it gingerly to take a picture. She alone decides what the picture and point of focus will be. What she chooses to be that point can dramatically alter the entire picture. One object will become sharp and clear while the rest of the contents within the frame will... Continue Reading →
My middle son, Wesley, has deletions on his first chromosome and is on the Autistic Spectrum. Life can be and often is overwhelming for him. His haven, his refuge is the car. He will ask several times a day to go for car rides. It is part of his routine and for twenty minutes several... Continue Reading →
Thank you for stopping by to read my first blog post. I am not quite sure I have much to offer as far as my thoughts and reflections are concerned. My oldest son seems to think I do. When my husband died I promised God would extract every ounce of glory and that I would... Continue Reading →
Patience to Endure 