Exactly a month after dad died, I found myself in North Carolina again. I missed my family, my dad’s house needed to be cleaned, my dad’s cremains were ready, and I just needed to get away from DC.
My dad’s cremains were split into two nondescript boxes. I kept both boxes on my lap in the car and I could not stop thinking about how a big tall man had been reduced to two boxes of ashes. Ashes to ashes. It struck me as odd, how as a child I used to sit on my father’s lap and now the roles were reversed with him sitting on my lap.
We did a lot at my father’s house. Food donated to a food bank. Junk discarded including a huge tub of individually wrapped plastic cutlery and a million copies of a single document denouncing Mormonism in favor of Christianity. Three bedrooms…
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Often a problem arises, creating havoc in our lives and we can’t seen to get our act together,confused by all the strife.
Storm clouds look like tornadoes, leaving our thoughts whirling to and fro. As fears and doubts accumulate, our sorrows grow.
At such times we must remember that Spirit can meet our every need.
That is when we need to get busy digging up the ground, because Spirit will provide each tiny seed!Don’t be afraid to simply trust Spirit, no matter what shape we are in; the Father Mother God comforts and delivers and offers mercy for each of us, in our faith.
He will point the way, and turn crisis into calm. If we utter prayers of faith – He will supply the healing balm.
Linda C Grazulis
I’m taking a new online art class called My, Myself and I by Kiala Givehand. The course is all about creative empowerment through art journaling. It’s a 5-week self-paced class which means it was originally a 5-week live course but now can be taken at whatever pace I want. We’re making 30 empowerment cards. The first one is all about color. It was fun, interesting, enlightening and enjoyable to create. Looking forward to the rest of the course…