“The measure of life is not in the heap of goods or honours nor the length of days one gathers, but in the overcoming of hate and despair, the sharing of burdens, the celebrations of joy and love that each day offers. If you want your measure of life to be filled, pour it…
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A New Center of Gravity: A Walmart Sunset #4
Challenges are gifts that force us to search for a new center of gravity. Don’t fight them. Just find a new way to stand. (Oprah Winfrey) (I had stopped by our local Walmart on the way home from the hospital to pick up a few things for my husband. He was at that…
Fear Not the Thorns: A Walmart Sunset #3
March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path. (Khalil Gibran) (I had stopped by our local Walmart on the way home from the hospital to pick up a few things for my husband. He was…
One Step at a Time: A Walmart Sunset #2
I had stopped by our local Walmart on the way home from the hospital to pick up a few things for my husband. He was at that moment in a hospital bed suffering from a major stroke, and I was exhausted and fearful. Coming out into the Walmart parking lot, I witnessed a magnificent sunset […]
The Little Things: A Walmart Sunset #1
I had stopped by our local Walmart on the way home from the hospital to pick up a few things for my husband. He was at that moment in a hospital bed suffering from a major stroke, and I was exhausted and fearful. Coming out into the Walmart parking lot, I witnessed a magnificent sunset…
Smacked In the Gut By Life, Part 2: Waiting
A few days ago I wrote about our three-year-old grandson B. who was diagnosed with an arteriovenous fistula (AV fistula) in the brain. (See that post here.) B. was first taken to the children’s hospital at Erlanger in Chattanooga, TN where they did a CT scan, an MRI, and an angiogram to find out what was causing his…
Smacked In the Gut By Life
Sometimes life has a way of coming in from the blind side and smacking us in the gut. Such was the case this week when our three-year-old grandson was diagnosed with an arteriovenous fistula (AV fistula) in the brain. This precious child, whose photos I have used in this blog many times, will be scheduled for brain…
Unexpected in common hours 