by Wendy Widder | Oct 14, 2016 | Blessing, Pain, Singleness, Transitions
Tomorrow morning, I will enjoy the luxury of no alarm clock. It’s Saturday. At some sleepy point, I’ll hear one of the happiest wake-up calls in the world—the coffee maker. It will finish spewing and brewing, and my husband will head down the hall to get me a cupful...
by Wendy Widder | Jan 1, 2016 | Wayside Stops (Reflections)
My one and only New Year’s resolution is to write a blog post today. Call me a party pooper (you wouldn’t be the first), but I don’t make resolutions anymore. I find I already have an impossible list of expectations for my life—no sense adding a fresh layer every...
by Wendy Widder | Sep 20, 2015 | Pain, Transitions, Tributes
Tomorrow I will attend my home church, as I typically do when I visit my parents for the weekend. With coffee cup in hand, I will make the rounds—hugging old (literally and metaphorically) friends and giving them the sweetened condensed version of how life presently...
by Wendy Widder | Aug 16, 2015 | Transitions
I’m on the other side of another interstate move, an exhausting practice I really need to stop: total upheaval followed by a long season of making a new life, five times over in the past fifteen years. You might think I’d be used to it by now, but, alas, uncertainty...
by Wendy Widder | Jun 16, 2015 | Transitions, Tributes
A few weeks ago my oldest sister had the idea that we girls should help Mom sort through her sewing room. For five or six decades, Mom has saved and stored supplies left over from craft projects, intending to repurpose them Someday. The result of all this packratting...
by Wendy Widder | Mar 30, 2015 | Easter
“Hosanna!” So shouted the celebrants on the first Palm Sunday, and so sang we in church this morning, two thousand years later (we’re not big shouters at my little Baptist church). We were, of course, getting Holy Week started the way Christians typically do:...
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