Coffee and Tea with Me

Smile I rushed out the door into the world. Anything could happen. I may get in a car accident. I may trip and break my leg. They might not have everything I need at the store. They might not have toilet paper! I may get corona virus! I was going outside of my bubble into the scary world. I was going to the grocery store. It is not my favorite thing to do anyway but I used to enjoy it more because there were other humans there to talk to and to smile at. Now I am not so sure. Now all I see is masked men and women and children. It is not a happy sight. I may see someone I know and not recognize them. Everyone just looks so impersonal. It seems like another world where you can not recognize any one. I miss going out in public and seeing people’s expressions and smiles. I miss talking even small talk in the grocery isles. I miss the joy of seeing someone I know and getting a chance to chat and catch up on our families, children, grandchildren, parents, friends, while we stand in fron...

When you are unhappy and you know it, you may not be able to clap your hands. Your heart many be heavy and sad but even in the midst of the pain we can praise Jesus anyway, because He knows the end of the story and He wins. God is the one who gives and takes away. He is the One who holds our tears, every single one. No pain is wasted. Look to Christ. He will get your through. Even in your tears and your sorrow. Praise Him in the Storm. He really is the only One who can carry your through the darkest hours. One of my favorite scriptures is, “ Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.” Habakkuk 3:17-18 In 2001 on Thanksgiving day, a month before his 12 th birthday, our son Micah fell out of a tree and broke his femur, tore his spleen,...

Today marks 11 years since Micah died and went to be with the Lord. He awoke in the presence of the Lord. Some of the scriptures I prayed for Micah when he was sick were: Ps 3:5 I lay down and slept; I awake, for the LORD sustained me. Ps 4:8 I will both lie down in peace, and sleep, For You alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. Ps. 5:3 My voice You shall hear in the morning, O LORD; In the morning I will direct it to You, And I will look up. Each night when Micah went to sleep he and I were more conscious of the fact that it is the LORD who gives him sleep and peace. It is the LORD who woke him and sustained him. It was only because of Jesus that when Micah was dying of cancer that he could have peace at night knowing that the Lord heard his cry and the LORD was his peace and only in Him alone could Micah dwell in safety. So Micah trusted in the Lord and directed his prayers to the Lord . He looked up to Jesus, the author and finisher of his faith, at nigh...

                           Micah at Pilot Mountain two months and a day before he died.  I remember this day clearly. Micah and his brothers got so far ahead of us on the trail that they went around the knob twice and came up behind us. From the time Micah fell out of the tree, to intensive care unit in the hospital, to finding out he had leukemia, to 2 ½ years of treatment and then a relapse, to the bone marrow transplant and to Micah's death after 4 years battling leukemia, I can say God is enough. God was enough for Micah and He is enough for me. His grace is sufficient. It is hard and I miss Micah just as much today, 10 years later, as the day he died. Happy 10 years in heaven with your Savior Micah! One day we will be joining you and I know you are waiting for us and interceding for us and cheering us on. I can remember you sitting on the window sill at the hospital looking out the window ...

December 17, 2013 8 years ago today It was a day like any other The sun rises and sets on this father and mother The sky is blue and the rooster crows                                                         The air is crisp And no one knows That our boy, Micah goes To his Father above He knows To live in joy and peace above In heaven with the one called Love We miss him still and still we mourn He suffered 4 years of cancer in a storm He was strong through thin and thick Our hope deferred It made us sick We thought he’d live To tell his story here. But God took him home, Our son so dear. So through the pain And sorrow still We look to Christ And know He will Help us today To persevere Through pain of losing Our son so dear Our God is good He loves us m...