Hope Watches the Autumn Dance
How can we find direction for the seasons of life by watching the autumn dance?
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Seeking Hope After Christmas
What is the best way to extend the Christmas season into the new year? How can we approach 2016 with added hope and joy?
Finding Hope at Christmas
Especially at Christmas, caregivers and families feel the sting of Alzheimer’s and dementia. We hang ornaments and remember past Decembers when our loved ones decorated the tree, sang Christmas carols and laughed while opening presents. Smells from the kitchen spike memories of Christmas cookies, cinnamon and nutmeg, that special family recipe for peppernuts. Yet now …
Transitions that Lead to Hope
Several people I know, including myself, are muddling through transitions. Some of these uncomfortable places feel like restlessness or that awkward limbo when we try to figure out God’s will for a new season. Some transitions happen automatically because of the seasons of life: the empty nest, a new job or a special calling from …
Hope Finds a Purpose for Christmas Cards
Throughout the years, I have received many beautiful Christmas cards. So…what to do with them after Christmas? Just pitch them while cleaning up all the decorations and torn wrappings? No way. Sometimes I frame cards. One framed card hangs in my office – a reminder to stay in JOY all through the year. But my …
Discovering the Saints in Assisted Living
When I visited my mother-in-law at her assisted living, we talked about the passing of seasons. Besides the obvious winter season of November and Thanksgiving, we discussed the particular seasons of life. Her season now includes living in the beautiful and secure setting of assisted living where she is surrounded by those who help her …
Shadows of Alzheimer’s
The shadows of the autumn leaves dance across the blinds in my office. I enjoy this extraordinary moment of now. With the changing of the season, I revel in the colors and textures – reds, oranges, golds – blended with the green leftovers of summer. The crunch of tiny acorns under my walking shoes, a …