"Last year’s Christmas tree day - which was a few weeks before Hans left us for Heaven - as I prayed for my family, I had an awareness that the coming year could possibly hold a special challenge for us. I felt a little apprehensive, but … well, you know how mothers are, we always … Continue reading Re-post: Christmas Prayer
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Hans didn't “leave home” until the evening he went to his Heavenly home... Click here to read the entire post. Save
I Don’t Belong
I DON'T BELONG words by Gloria Gaither, music by Buddy Greene buddygreene.com https://youtu.be/73-6P09xaAE It's not home Where men sell their souls And the taste of power is sweet Where wrong is right And neighbors fight While the hungry are dyin' in the streets Where kids are abused And women are used And the weak are … Continue reading I Don’t Belong
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Click here to read the entire post. "It’s not just Hans I miss. It is all of them together as happy children on a Sunday afternoon. Sometimes I so want to turn back the clock to one of those precious days. Or to turn it forward to when we will all be together again. But … Continue reading Revised Post: Four
Christmas Prayer
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6 At Christmas time each year, Manfred always takes the children off into the woods … Continue reading Christmas Prayer
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Hans spent most of his life right here at home in the house he grew up in. Of course he went places and did things. He spent his first birthday in California while we were down there visiting family. But other than that he never left the state of Alaska. He never “got his own … Continue reading Home
Four
It is a Sunday afternoon in summer. The first summer without Hans. Manfred and Noah are three hundred miles away on a job in Anchorage. Olivia, Josef and I are back home after church and have eaten our spaghetti, with ice cream for dessert. Olivia leaves for work and Josef hops on his bike. I … Continue reading Four
