Good morning... I pulled the three stapled pages from my mailbox at church and read his kind note. "I wanted to share this poem by Billy Collins in case you haven't read it before. Collins wrote it in 2002 to commemorate the one-year anniversary of 9/11/01. I think it captures the heartbreak of the senseless taking of hundreds [...]
Good morning... On September 3rd, as we celebrated the new life born from the wedded union of our oldest son and his wife, one of Kyler's Lovett School classmates died of cancer. In my memory, Pearce Howell and his twin sister Laura were gently kindhearted and quite talented athletically. He played baseball; she played soccer. The twins would [...]
Good morning... She also loved the same profound sentence from yesterday's post, The Mathematics of Love. "Your love has a math that compounds according to the mystical science of the cross." Opening wide the blessing, she read aloud to me a poem about God's compounding love. Now it's our turn to embody these words, to read slowly and [...]
Good morning... I think back on a phone conversation I had with a friend this week, a friend stuck in a dark place. She read aloud to me a poignant quote from the book Let God: Spiritual Conversations with Francois Felenon by Winn Collier. "We shouldn't give much energy toward trying to see precisely how God is working [...]
Good morning... This Memorial Day weekend, I snapped a luminous photo of the sun setting in the quiet woods. Emanating. Permeating. Radiating free. Today we remember so many beautiful souls who have passed on to forever while protecting our country and the freedoms we hold dear. Mysteriously, generation after generation, their presence with us continues to emanate, permeate, [...]
Good morning... This Memorial Day weekend, might we take a few sacred moments to remember those who have fallen into resurrection power on the battlefields of life? ...Sue... Note To Sue Past Posts Donate Home
Good morning... "Mary at the Base of the Cross," reads the title of this painting by Chris Gollon. The mood is melting, silent, somber. Even the glow of the moon drains down like a tear. Helpless hands hug weathered wood. One hand is upright, sturdy like a back bone. The other is cupped, holding an empty womb. Hollowed-out [...]
Good morning... When we were in Israel, we went to Yad Vashem - The World Holocaust Remembrance Center. Intense. Heartbreaking. A reminder of such excruciating pain and suffering. I took a photo of this quote from Benjamin Fondane, who was murdered at Auschwitz in 1944: "Remember only that I was innocent and, just like you, mortal on that [...]
Good morning... "I loved your Stop Trying post," a longtime friend wrote yesterday. "The image of hands caught my attention." "On our recent trip to New York, we went to the Guggenheim," she explained. "There was an exhibit for Black History Month that was quite moving, about slave ships coming to America. I keep returning to the close [...]
Good morning... The brutal ugliness of the raging war. The growing death toll after a devastating earthquake. One young mom's grueling journey with advanced colon cancer. Dear friends offering loving care to their spouses with Alzheimers. Laying to rest a beloved mother, grandmother, friend to many. Waiting with a friend for her daughter's scan results. All the chaotic [...]
