Brick by Brick: Rebuilding the Broken

It's a warm and peacefully quiet Monday afternoon. You decide today is a great day to go shopping at your local discount store. Thinking it's hot enough that all the activity will be splashing away in a pool somewhere. Anywhere. Away from you, anyhow. Life is different now. Crowds of people no longer feel invigorating. In fact, more than a very small group of close friends or family, is nothing short of draining. The simplest way to cope is to avoid them. But still, the world revolves around get-togethers. Celebrations are dull at times, harsh even. Holidays of any sort are painful. Another sharp reminder that someone you love can no longer brighten the room. Their chair remains empty. Sacred, somehow. OK, FOCUS. You are parking the car. Don't run over the little old lady shuffling across to the cart returns. Put your blinker on so the red jalopy knows you are actually turning here.  Yes! You scored the parking spot closest to the exit, making it easier ...

 I am going to take you on a tour of gardens. A walk through someone else's garden is usually a delight. But this time, the paths we will tread upon may seem similar to the rocky ledges we intrepidly scaffold every day. Listen closely to the voices heard in gardens of long ago to reveal a place in our own souls we may have forgotten. In the first garden we are traveling today, you may recall as one of history's most famous garden of all. This is the garden of Eden, the home of Adam and Eve. It was a place of beauty and perfection, until darkness knocked and humanity open the door. The promise of God was to be able to walk with Him daily, enjoying the splendor we can only imagine. However, another promise was given, which make many shake their heads in wonder at the reason why. Why would a loving God create humans in a perfect state, living in a perfect world, only to give them a chance to lose it all? As humans, in retrospect, we can mostly see that it wa...

Summer. Hot and humid. Sticky sweat dripping down your forehead in beads, glistening in the harsh afternoon sunlight, reminding you just how miserably thirsty you are every time you taste the salt collecting on your lips. Summer. Rainy or dry? Morning dawns another promise of cooling the air, only to be left with one more thunderstorm rolling across the prairie, leaving the rivers swollen with too many days of overactive weather, filling the farmers' crops with more acres of a washout than ample bushels of grain. The local coffee shop buzzes with complaints of flooded basements and unpassable dirt roads from trenches cutting deeper and deeper, making everyone wonder if a drought would be welcome soon. Summer. Lazy and crazy. Every teacher's hard work and effort takes a tumble into the barren lands of fuzzy memory loss. Every schoolboy and girls' favorite time of year, no homework drudgery, no cranky teacher adding one more assignment to the list for the weekend,...

Just when you think you have a grip on your grief, it jumps out of nowhere and knocks you flat. I am still in the process of cleaning out our house room by room.  I haven't stopped since we repainted our son's room four years ago, updating it into a theater room complete with all his favorite movie posters.  I am pretty sure he would give me a great big smile and the work would be worth it. I think he would even like the carpet - nice, fluffy, shag, black and white.  Needless to say, it was a very difficult job. Somehow, it was the thing I had to do - Just to be able to put one foot in front of the other.  A reason to continue, even when I saw no good reason to try.   As I prepared for the remodeling, I lovingly, heartbreakingly, slowly,  went through his things deciding where it will go.  He had many drawings, notes, and songs written down, which I made into scrapbooks.  Some day I plan on making a quilt out of his favori...