Jesus on a telephone pole

The divine in vines?  I just hope no one gets electrocuted if they decide to go on pilgrimage.  An atheist discovered this image in Littleton, Co. 

Go your own way

If you've known me for any length of time, you know that my dad passed away in February.  He had heart problems for as long as I could remember.  He fought a galliant battle against cancer the last couple of years of his life.  The irony was that the medication he had taken for so many years to protect his heart and to fight the cancer caused his liver and kidneys to fail in the long run.  The very things we thought would kill him....well...didn't, at least not straightaway. 

I remember thinking, after that initial moment of finding out he was gone, that the first couple of weeks after his death were almost too easy.  I guess the shock was just too great.  There was a lot of company and casseroles.  For that, I will be forever grateful.  After a couple of weeks, the anger set in.  I don't even really know who I was mad at.  I don't think my anger was directed toward anyone in particular.  It was just more of a general anger because my dad was taken away from me.  I vaguely remember people asking me how I was doing and thinking, "How in the heck do you think I'm doing?  My dad is dead."  It seems like a few well-intentioned folks have no idea that anger is a part of the process of healing from a loss of this magnitude.  Even some of my own family expressed some sort of concern over the fact that I was mad.  How unfortunate that people don't realize the toll a loss can take on someone.  I didn't want to feel the anger.  It was just there.  I may not have always handled it properly.  I'm not really sure who should get an apology from me...these days were a fog...but rest assured that I am sorry if I responded to anyone in a way that may have offended.

The third stage of grief is bargaining.  I don't think I went through this phase.  My dad had struggled for so long that, while I would love for him to still be here, I am at peace with where he is.  I'm relieved that he's whole again.  God took him to heaven to make him well.  But the underlying depression/anger is still there.  Most days, I feel a void.  It's like I'm just going through the motions.  I feel alone.  Now is when the company would be nice. 

There is a Bible verse from Daniel that keeps me looking forward.  Daniel 12:13 says, "As for you, go your way till the end.  You will rest, and at the end of the days you will rise to receive your allotted inheritance." 
I then shall live.

Your brain is a comic book tattoo

I've always loved to sing.  I come from a long line of people who love to sing.  That may be a bit of an exaggeration; however, I know that music was important for both of my grandmothers.   I remember sitting at my Mammaw Strader's feet as she played the hymns she loved.  Those moments were priceless. 

In my last blog, I spoke of Anna Graceman and her big voice.  I thnk I failed to mention that she WRITES her original stuff.  Impressive.  But here is a group of kids that is impressively talented as well.  To me, they are a testimony of why music MUST be in our school programs.  The kids have not only covered Tori Amos, they've MET her.  I'll be so bold as to say that sometimes I like their covers better than the original!  Mr. B, their teacher, has an amazing way of connecting the children to music, giving them a voice in the process.

PS22 chorus has gone viral at my house.  And if you don't like them, even just a little bit, check your wallet.  You may be a card-carrying nazi.

My faith in tomorrow is restored.

I'm boycotting my radio.  Really just not all that interested in most of the music I'm hearing these days.  It all sounds eerily....alike.  Most of the music I'm enjoying these days has no mainstream outlet in my area.  Or I'm hearing stuff that I like from children.  And with that, My faith in tomorrow is restored.

I first heard Anna Graceman on America's Got Talent a few weeks ago.  I NEVER watch that show, but family was in.  She FLOORED me with an Alicia Keys cover.  I'm sure I made a face when I heard that little bit announced.  I mean she's around 10 years old.  Didn't think she'd do it all that well, but kid's got some pipes.