“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

Meal in a cup

Dad has lost a ridiculous amount of weight. Many foods make him choke, and nothing tastes right to him anymore. I try not to take it personally when I carefully cook a delicious meal and he pushes it away. I know it’s not me, and I know he’s not wanting to hurt my feelings.
We are [...]

Dying and living, daily

My tears too began to fall as I put my arm around my dad’s shaking, shrunken shoulders.
“I just… I just….” he wept, his gray head hanging. Occasionally he looked up and out the window to the bright inviting day outside. The tall summer grass was laying over in the breeze, the flowers on the porch [...]

My mantra

I am in such a strange phase of my life. A paradoxical juxtaposition, I would label it “Hospice Preschool.” My days are filled with appeasing picky appetites, wiping bottoms, cleaning spills, and dressing bodies. On the one hand, I am training and teaching my children and I look ahead to their futures many years hence, [...]