Where Love leaves a mark…
As we wander on the edge of a new year, I wonder
in this year of uncertainties, unknowns, unlikelies….where does Love leave His mark?
Hope for a weary world….
Three years ago this month, this child from my parents homeland stole my heart.
Her family lived in the nipa huts of my family’s ancestry
Homes made of woven palm leaves and bamboo poles suspended above the ground
These homes are meant to protect from flooding when the rains come.
These huts could not survive the three typhoons that slammed into the Philippine islands last month. Three typhoons. The virus. Lives devastated.
Restoration Heartware
A heart beats differently
once the nest has emptied
when the center of her life,
for me, four children, empty out one by one.
Scattered to the opposite corners of the country
with two in the middle.
My heart is literally stretched across the map.
Lantern....
This weekend my youngest son will marry. She is a gift, this answer to the Ephesians 3:20 prayer I have been sending up for my children these past two years. He will marry a beautiful girl whose light shines from her eyes when she tells stories about her second-grade students at the dinner table. When she expresses her concerns about their antics. When she voices she just wants them to be the best person they could be.
Dreamer....one man's legacy...one family's purpose...
Today my father would have been 98 years old.At his bedside in 1998, twenty years ago, he quietly revealed to my older sister his story of approaching the Golden Gate Bridge on the deck of a ship, she barely old enough to stand at his side as they passed under the monument that signified his entry into America.“We will have a good life here,” he whispered into her ear.
Keep Believing
I remember the point when I switched from hopeful to "that's it."
The clock was ticking away when my hometown Seattle Seahawks finally got a breakthrough touchdown after being scoreless the entire first half. Hope would rise then fall with each possession, crushed after an interception with five minutes left.
double exposure
This has been a season of extremes, ones recorded in front and behind the lens of a camera. These extremes were precipitated by two questions, by two calls I had always wanted to answer but never had the courage to follow through.
A contest.
A writing workshop.
I gathered up the courage to formulate two answers. I prepared two responses that would change my life.