Reclaiming Wednesdays

  Grief is not linear.  It does not ascribe to the rules of logic, the laws of normal.  It is messy and unkempt, it ebbs and flows, receding to the back of your mind one minute, and then charging forward to rear its ugly head the next.  You would think I would have learned this by now.  I haven't.  I am still surprised when the aching paralysis of grief emerges without warning.  When the tears come unfettered from my eyes for absolutely no reason.  When I get choked up trying to say a simple thought.  It doesn't happen as often as before, but it still happens.  And, I know that it always will. I also know that the feelings I have and the emotions I feel are a testament to the impact and importance that Elizabeth had in my life.  The wonderful way that she was able to teach me so many lessons on how to be a better person, how to cope with adversity with a glad spirit, to embrace the joy in every day, and to receive th...

                          "All of us need to be toppled off the throne of self...      Perched up there, the tears of others are never upon our cheek."                                      --Elizabeth Goudge   I like to think of our Elizabeth as a throne toppler.  I smile a bit thinking of that little lady, sitting in her bouncer, kicking those legs, smiling that mega-smile, and talking her special language--all the while swatting and hitting at those thrones of self all of us were so happily perched upon.  I think it was one of her greatest talents--a truly special gift from God-- to make others grow some empathy. In her short, eventful...