Author Archives: Alisa

I stood at the stove when I heard her soft voice behind me, “Mom, I wrote another poem. Can I read it to you?” she asked with glossy eyes.  She’s been writing poetry, our precious 16 year old, Grant’s little … Continue reading →

Oh to be happy.  It seems so elusive these days. I have a joy that breaks thru occasionally.  A joy that is not tied to my circumstances. But I believe there is a difference between joy and happiness.  Joy and … Continue reading →

There is a constant dialogue going on in my head, when I am at church these days.  I find myself evaluating everything that is said, sung, read.  The theme at church last week was faithfulness. Oh how that word and … Continue reading →

I have read at least 10 books on grief over these past few months.  I am somewhat of an expert, not on grief, but on what others say about grief.  But I find that each book leaves me with the … Continue reading →

5 months; seems like yesterday, seems like forever…

Dichotomy. Webster’s definition: a division or contrast between two things that are opposed or entirely different. I know what dichotomy means. I can even use it in a sentence.  But I did not know I could live it.  Until Grant died, … Continue reading →

Seven years ago, when blogs were just starting to consume the internet, I jumped on the blog band wagon and started my own blog.  It was called “Because He is Worthy” and it was my musings with the Lord in … Continue reading →

Yesterday I wrote about Horatio Spafford, and his unshakable faith in God, despite catastrophic circumstances in his life. (you can read that here)  Anna, was Horatio’s wife. I would be remiss, not to include Anna’s testimony, her own walk of grief … Continue reading →

“It Is Well With My Soul” has always been when of my all time favorite songs.  Not because the music is so great, even though I think it is.  Or because it has a catchy tune or deep meaning, although … Continue reading →

Running errands again.  We tend to do them together these days.  I suppose it’s easier to fake it in public when you’ve got back up, someone playing the role with you.  Someone else who knows the drill. As we conversed, … Continue reading →