Tag: Death

Bukszoo’s Twisted Cheer ~

Most of my slightly ‘off’ ideas start with a spark of intrigue and/or rebellion, wander around trails in my head, pause for rest, pause for prayer, and then take off like I’m driving a Maserati down The Stelvio pass in Italy. This particular idea…

Living by Faith

Sheri wrote this last year toward the end of February. I tripped over it tonight… on purpose, I believe. I needed a bit of grounding and a reminder that all is well and unfolding exactly as it needs to in Divine time. True enough…

Founded by Grace…

Everything comes with risk, but when a Warrior lives through war and lands at LZ-Grace, it is to overcome, reconnect to family and community and achieve the peace that comes from within. When we acknowledge and release what we’ve lived through and find connection with one…

Over Coffee

Excerpt Chapter from Married to the SEAL Teams: Lessons in Love Love is a constant trying and reaching and failing and falling and trying all over again. ~LB I am sitting on an antique chintz sofa at Blaylock’s Funeral Home waiting to receive your…

Unstoppable Souls

There will always be a reason why you meet people. Either you need them to change your life, or you are the one who will change theirs. The story I’m about to tell you is true. It is the story about an inspirational man, his…

Keep or Toss – Sorting Memories

Keep or Toss – Sorting Memories.

The Power of Sharing Strength…

(Sharing Strength was posted on August 6, 2012. I have revised the original in light of recent events because… much of it bears repeating)   Iron sharpens iron. As one man sharpens another.  (Prov. 27:17)  This is the miracle of human connection: we do…

There’s A Little Wild In You

Excerpt  “There’s a little wild in you,” Steve used to say. I think he believed I needed the wild to come up fighting and scrapping amid this life that he led, as though this crazy ingredient was necessary to be the woman behind the…

Into Your Hands We Eventually Fall

For those who see Every loss now breaks the heart Just a little bit more Until we are left with only Faith That life goes on Beyond our touch And remains Ever present like a tiny Breeze that seeps into sleep Through an open…

Memo from the Department of Just Showing Up

How is it that I find myself at 3:30 in the morning on my back porch with an old box of matches?  I ask this aloud to Spike.  He does not answer.  Instead, paw on my leg, tennis ball in his mouth, his brown…

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