The crying day…

Portland International Airport (PDX) is the background to so many memories of my life. PDX was the airport I first flew out of, in the middle seat, squished between my grandparents. I wanted the window seat, but Grandpa Malone said I could get sucked out the window, so he had to sit there. I looked over my grandpa’s shoulder, watching the plane lift off, feeling the weight in my stomach and the pop in my ears. My grandmother ordered a seven and seven as the stewardess walked by. I ordered orange juice and plastic airline wings. Grandpa began to snore. Continue reading “The crying day…”

Long distance…

Tonight I’m feeling a bit homesick. Maybe it was the Facebook video of my mom and dad singing happy birthday to my first born, or my cousin singing a karaoke version of Tim McGraw’s “Indian Outlaw.” Maybe it’s the upcoming baby shower or the imminent arrival of our first grand baby. Maybe spending extended time together this summer makes it harder to be apart. But tonight, I miss my family. Continue reading “Long distance…”

Long-time-people…

The other day I sat with an old friend. We covered topics broad and deep, caught up on our children, our husbands, our wounds, and our hopes. We laughed and wiped away tears. I love that this is a present tense friendship. We are still doing life together after all these years. This is a precious thing. We share a history of life and ministry worked out weekly in our small church. As we reminisced about the past’s shared victories and losses, I confessed to a certain longing for the familiarity and the shared history of the-long-time people. The group of people we worshiped with over the years. Many of these folks are dispersed now, some have gone on to glory. Their names and our stories will always hold a special place in my heart. Continue reading “Long-time-people…”