death – Thoughts from a Stumbling Saint

hero (February 20, 2024)

I have often tried these last several months to find words to write about Grandpa Powell. Tried and given up. Words don’t come easily to me now, at least not about the memories or the people who matter most to me.

It’s six months and a day since Grandpa passed; almost exactly two and a half years since Grandma, his wife, passed in June of 2022.

I have written nothing new since his death. The visit home this Christmas has rekindled the desire to capture the memories again, and I haven’t given up entirely. But I have not found the words yet.

death, faithfulness, and a glimpse of heaven

Do you ever have those moments where you’re living life, being in the present, just doing what you do, and then it hits you? – I’m going to die. One day, I’m going to die. In a flash, you see time for what it really is compared to eternity. You feel the weight of needing to do something with your life. And you resolve, once more, not to waste it.

Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo — a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

Welcome, friend. I'm Libby, the quiet dreamer who runs this little nook. Around here, you'll find the honest ponderings of a college gal with too many thoughts about life and books to put into words (but she tries anyway). Writing is my way of finding beauty in the mundane and discovering the wonder of my Savior's story in the everyday. I tend to wander in a variety of unplanned directions, but you are more than welcome to join the journey — the more, the merrier :)