Hope Blossoms: Prayer
My problem is trust. I can no longer be transferred from wheelchair to bed and bed to wheelchair in my usual way. With progressive motorneuron disease, adaptations are always occurring, … Continue Reading Hope Blossoms: Prayer
In the Depths of Winter
Ice crystals of fear at the edges of my heart, a cold chill blows through me; the heavy burden of sorrow snows down, thick, relentless, numbed and blinded by storm … Continue Reading In the Depths of Winter
Promise of a New Year
Happy New Year! Another new year. I am grateful that they keep coming, but also aware that there is a limited supply. For me, perhaps a more limited supply than … Continue Reading Promise of a New Year
December 31, 1999
I thought it might be fun to ring in this new year with a poem that I wrote on the eve of the new millennium. No partying like it was … Continue Reading December 31, 1999
Light in the Midst of Darkness
What is one human being? A baby is born into the world in the dead of night. The stabled animals nearby barely notice, and the travelers sleeping overhead have absolutely … Continue Reading Light in the Midst of Darkness
The Advent Wreath
Waxen pillars tipped with fire in a ring of evergreen; like our souls, the flames lift higher with our prayers to God unseen. Remember, remember in the bleak of December… Waiting … Continue Reading The Advent Wreath
Hope in the Midst of Despair
It’s rare to find hope in the midst of despair, especially as despair seems prevalent everywhere in our day. Teenagers committing suicide, doctors prescribing suicide, mass shootings, and terrorist attacks; … Continue Reading Hope in the Midst of Despair
Inside Out: Advent Week One
Do you ever feel like you’re inside out? Or like the world is? This Advent, I’d like to explore the theme of “light in the midst of darkness.” So I … Continue Reading Inside Out: Advent Week One
Freedom and Fear
Does being free mean that we have no guidelines, no limitations, no grounding? But isn’t it the truth that sets us free? The truth is that I can do nothing … Continue Reading Freedom and Fear
Ode to My Mother
Who was my mother before she was my mother? A little poem from the archives to celebrate Mother’s Day. I love you, Mama! Within Her Hands Within her hands, now … Continue Reading Ode to My Mother
Merry Christmas?
Maybe you’re not feeling very merry this Christmas, in this year of pandemic, economic recession, social unrest, and division. We seem to be social-distancing in more ways than one. Not … Continue Reading Merry Christmas?
A Nation of Hope
Whenever Labor Day comes around, I always think of my time as a Poster Child for my local chapter of the Muscular Dystrophy Association, which then leads me to think … Continue Reading A Nation of Hope
Within Her Hands
As May is the month for honoring mothers, including Mary, the Mother of God, Mother of all the living in Christ, I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a few years … Continue Reading Within Her Hands
Joy of Heaven
When I was going through my cancer scare, a friend of mine asked me to pray for her friend who had just been told that his leukemia was terminal. And … Continue Reading Joy of Heaven
The Cancer Question and Being Wary of Hope
August 9th is nearing. And that’s when I’m supposed to find out whether or not I have cancer. Statistically, I probably don’t, since the kind of cancer that we’re talking … Continue Reading The Cancer Question and Being Wary of Hope
Hope, Part 2: Eternal Perspective
Continued from Hope, Part 1: The Four-Letter Word… I have never wanted to fall for wishful thinking – I have only ever wanted the truth. Before I became a true-believing Christian, … Continue Reading Hope, Part 2: Eternal Perspective
Christina Chase 