His Life Is Written…On My Heart

I keep one special book near my bed: my dad’s Bible.  It is an old leather black Bible, expensive leather, worn now, with the edges exhibiting tears, folds and coffee stains intruding out of the faded black.  The cover has “Holy Bible” and “Marion W King” written in gold letters. Inside the Bible both myContinue reading “His Life Is Written…On My Heart”

Our Family Mikvah

We had a family Mikvah at Family Week, Thursday April 5, 2012.  All the families that wanted to participate, or could, gathering on the eve of Passover. It was an incredibly royal feeling. I let my body fall under the deep and the Living Waters flowed through everything I am, even to my soul. IContinue reading “Our Family Mikvah”

Breathless, Glowing, A Singular Sensation

I almost can’t breathe as I feel these words come to fruition.  I close my eyes not even seeing the finale of that which is in my mind. Isn’t that all of life? The times we are waiting to arrive, we breathe in thoughts of mercy and praise at the same time. In the dimmedContinue reading “Breathless, Glowing, A Singular Sensation”

Grandma’s Hands

Grandma’s Hands Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn’t move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her, she didn’t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat, I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb herContinue reading “Grandma’s Hands”