Category Archives: Death

Get a Load of This

A devotion on Ps 68:18-35 18 When you ascended on high,     you took many captives;     you received gifts from people, even from the rebellious—     that you, Lord God, might dwell there. Through the ages, God is a giver. In Ephesians 4:8, Paul rephrases this verse to say, “When He ascended on high,Continue reading “Get a Load of This”

The Ghost of Meadowview Road

We had waited restlessly from dim dawn to drizzly dark. It was a brumal October day in Oregon that boded well for a spooky evening of trick or treating. Misty rain and heavy, grey clouds palled over the day like a heavy, wet, grey blanket. It was dismal really. A long crooked line of rakedContinue reading “The Ghost of Meadowview Road”

My Sighing Companion

When the darkness set in with my heart-rending news, with pain beyond my imagination, my numb body knew just whom to drag itself to. You became my Sighing Companion. I didn’t need words. One can’t hear words with an  unhinged heart. Blinded by stinging tears, my world jarred, jolted. I knew I’d staggered into theContinue reading “My Sighing Companion”

Grief Gauntlet

Today marks the end of my annual grief gauntlet. It starts subtly enough with the passing of summer, my favorite season. The weather gets cooler and the days shorter. Then I know it’s time to get my game face on. On September 29th five years ago, my sister passed away from ovarian cancer at theContinue reading “Grief Gauntlet”

If You Believe

If you know anything me, it’s my feelings about cows. You can find contributing factors here: https://thukumainen.wordpress.com/2016/10/11/wild-about-cows/. And to think I am married to a man who calls himself a rancher. Very sad. I posted that blog a year ago and my feelings haven’t changed much. Shortly after that, Emma who’d grown up on aContinue reading “If You Believe”

Burying the Cat II

JD darted from the church and into his car in record time. Drenched in sweat, he felt like he would pass out. After he’d got a grip on himself, he reached into his front pocket of his stiff new Bi-Mart jeans for the infamous phone. He stilled his shaky hands and flipped the little gadgetContinue reading “Burying the Cat II”

Knock Your Ass to the Floor

I’m scraping my left overs into the kitchen-scrap bin for my chickens. I smile sadly as I think of Coach. I wish it was his left-overs I was scraping … As far as I can tell he has always commanded authority, even though he is the biggest kid on the planet. I would watch hisContinue reading “Knock Your Ass to the Floor”