In which there are stones in the temple of God

September 30, 2011

source And as I watched Sara’s funeral service… with all the Catholic “Mass” trappings… I thought, hot, angry, “Where is Sara in this?!”… then I remembered what she said… “It’s not about me.” I am humbled. This is the final post on Sara’s funeral, part one was here, two here, three here. You’ll heart reading […]

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In which grief becomes joy

September 29, 2011

source “It’s not about me.” said Sara. “It’s not about me.” This is part 2 of my recounting of Sara’s funeral service. Part one is here. Would you consider beginning there and then coming back here? The next reading was from Acts 2… Peter’s first Pentecost sermon… this part is like a Psalm re-mix of […]

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In which there is a blink

September 28, 2011

source Sara’s funeral is today. And this is a heavy post… you know… I’m like that sometimes. The flow of time… oncoming, here, then past the horizon… A future…maybe… past only memory… and the present… slips. right. by. But now, for Sara… eternity, bliss… sequence but no passing of time. And no more talk of […]

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In which we long for the branches but are comfy on the ground

September 27, 2011

Laska the love Kitty has recently taken to climbing trees. He hearts the ground – all firm, and secure and reliable. But he hearts being in the branches, the higher point of view, the adventure. See that tail in the air… – that’s a happy tail. But as much as he hearts the branches – […]

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In which there are whispered thank you’s to God (#563…

September 26, 2011

source So how do I say thank you now? There’s nothing in me. For weeks I have been lost in Sara going home. And now… It’s this “year of connect”, named so because of Ann. My heart has connected, and sometimes I can’t control how deeply it connects. I’m still learning how to steer the […]

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In which we outlive the universe

September 23, 2011

source We are like all we see. We are unlike all we see. Psalm 8:5-7 When I see your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and stars that you set in place… Sun, moon, stars, sky, air, trees, dirt, worms, molecules, bricks, birds, breezes. What is man that you are mindful of him, […]

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In which bluebirds and blackbirds fly together

September 22, 2011

source Sara is dying… and I can’t look away… and I feel the dark doorway… eternal joy on the other side… but approaching the door… I think it’s this… Then the angel said to the women in reply, “Do not be afraid! I know that you are seeking Jesus the crucified. He is not here, […]

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In which there is a dark doorway…

September 20, 2011

source The tears are fewer now. I get distracted so easily. But when I write of Sara they return. When I tweet the name @gitzengirl Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ #ChooseJoy (and like it’s now all I write, it’s also all I tweet)… every time… tears… salt, wet, hot… days nonstop… and now… when prompted… and right now they’re […]

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In which the gilded wings of eternity brush the icy steel wheels of time

September 19, 2011

source I listen to Sara’s songs… especially Breath of Heaven (here she sings)… knowing she stands on the precipice… the gate between this life… and eternity… the eternity we talk about… but never think about… never really think about… These songs… sung by Sara… golden child now brushed by gilded wings… they now hold a […]

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In which I pray for Sara

September 16, 2011

source And I pray… for courage and faith and peace… and for Sara to know she has made a difference. Because if I knew my body was shutting down… if I knew that everything I have ever experienced as real… was slipping away… and this connection I have with space and time and matter… was […]

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