Blog: Lonesome for Mother

Last spring I was es­pe­ci­al­ly lo­ne­so­me for my mot­her. The mot­her who was re­a­dy to ma­na­ge and take care of all things, with whom I could share my joys and sor­rows, who hel­ped me plant to­ma­to­es seed­lings and let­tu­ce, tend to flo­wers, and mar­vel at the mi­rac­les of spring and sum­mer. The mot­her with whom I sat at ser­vi­ces and shed te­ars of joy while sin­ging a touc­hing song. The mot­her who al­wa­ys as­ked me if I had had a good day and saw right away if things had not been good.

Blog: Letter to my mother

Thank you, Mot­her, for te­ac­hing me the ABC of life. You were lo­ving and ca­ring. By yo­ur examp­le and ad­vi­ce you taught me about simp­le faith. You trus­ted in me, though I was not al­wa­ys wort­hy of yo­ur trust. You were hard-wor­king and the­re­by taught me to ap­p­re­ci­a­te work.

Blog: Music – a source of energy and joy

When I wake up in the mor­ning, I like to be­gin my day by put­ting on some mu­sic. That helps me get star­ted with my dai­ly cho­res.

Blog: Summer of psalms

We had ser­vi­ces in Ter­vo­la church on the se­cond Sun­day of July. There was one ser­mon and some sin­ging. I me­ant to re­mem­ber the psalm text that was read as an int­ro­duc­ti­on to the ser­mon, but I for­got it. I won­der if it was Psalm 85 or 86? or 84?

Blog: Half of my life

On May 13th this ye­ar my hus­band had spent half of his life with me. For me, that mi­les­to­ne date was al­re­a­dy in No­vem­ber last ye­ar. I had on­ce cal­cu­la­ted those da­tes just for fun, but in the bust­le of dai­ly life I had for­got­ten my own mi­les­to­ne date.

Blog: Exceptionally sensitive conscience

I will write about a to­pic that I, and pro­bab­ly many of those who are like me, would rat­her not dis­cuss with ot­her pe­op­le. I hope that what I say here will ser­ve as peer sup­port to those tor­men­ted by si­mi­lar an­xie­ties.

Blog: Experiences of support and foster parenting

While fol­lo­wing the li­ves of my sib­lings’ fa­mi­lies and child­ren as a yo­ung girl, I dre­a­med of a fa­mi­ly of my own. But the He­a­ven­ly Fat­her had dif­fe­rent plans for me.

Blog: A dream come true

Do you have a big dream right now? So­met­hing conc­re­te and comp­le­te­ly re­a­li­zab­le? Watch out: it may be­co­me true some day. Ma­y­be not qui­te pain­les­s­ly and not right away, but some day what is now on­ly a dream may ac­tu­al­ly be re­a­li­ty

Blog: Do you have a longing?

She looks di­rect­ly at me, but then her gaze shifts to the win­dow and the lar­ge as­pen trees and dark green spru­ces that grow out­si­de.

Blog: A small angel above my head

We adults were a bit em­bar­ras­sed and al­so loo­ked out of the win­dow. We saw neit­her an an­gel, nor any ot­her flying cre­a­tu­re. We were won­de­ring if the child re­al­ly saw an an­gel or just a bird.