Her body is betraying her inch by inch, turning into a concrete prison while her brilliant mind screams from inside, fully aware, fully alive. I watch her cry every day over some fresh loss – a hand that won’t grip, a step she can’t take, a breath that comes harder than the last.
Category: Hope
The Gate
The gatekeeper said, “You have come to my gate, but I do not have a key to open it. Have you not heard that going to church, even if you attended regularly, is not enough?”
And with those words ringing in his ears, the old man became sorrowful as he retreated from what he thought would be the right gate to heaven.
Lost and Found
I had a similar experience last Friday, except I found something that was not lost. My story began when on the day before my grandson’s wedding, I still had not found anything special to wear to his wedding.