Angel Wheeler

  • manna

    God has not forgotten the recipe for manna. Manna.Enough for today.All we need.Everything we need.No thought of tomorrow’s provision.Trusting it will be provided just like today.And yesterday.And all the yesterdays before.Give us today our daily bread.Our manna. God has not forgotten the recipe.He will provide. Read more

  • light

    This morning, I sat in my chair with my coffee and my morning books. One is a grief book that has helped me so much. I began to cry reading it and I couldn’t even understand why. I wasn’t sad with grief, it’s just been a really hard week. I whispered, I miss you Jason,… Read more

  • paradox

    with me always yet, with me never present, but gone absent, but here tell me how it’s possible show me the mystery in it I carry you everywhere like a precious photograph or a lucky charm when I leave I take you with me I return and you never left my constant silent companion with… Read more

  • Eleanor’s 2nd bday letter

    Dear Eleanor, Happy 2nd birthday my precious one! You and me, we stayed up past our bedtime last night, you snuggled on my shoulder, and watched videos of your little life. There you were blowing out your candles, and there you were showing me how high you could jump, squatting low and raising up but… Read more

  • A Letter to Emma on her 11th Birthday

    To my dear Emma Kate, Today you are eleven years old! Happy Birthday my dear precious one!! You are a beautiful young lady, but more beautiful on the inside. What can I say about you after eleven years? You have stepped into the big sister role remarkably well and are the best big sister to… Read more

  • It’s 2023.

    Here are my thoughts on a new year. You don’t need a new year to have a new start. You don’t even need a new month or a Monday or tomorrow. The very next moment is new. All you need is a decision to make a change. To shift. To switch. To shake it up.… Read more

  • My Mom Died on this Day Last Year

    I knew this day was coming for a while. It did not sneak up one me. The one year anniversary of my mom’s death. I thought I would be fine. I have been fine. I thought this day would be no different. I opened fb this morning and read my sister’s post about her and… Read more

  • Six Words To Cling To

    She heard my suffering in my season and her words, “It won’t always be like this” fed my soul. What do those words do for you? For me, they offered hope, the deep sigh of knowing I can make it, it’s not going to last forever. Read more

  • Eleanor is one!

    My dear darling wild one, You are one year old! Which means I have succeeded in keeping you alive for an entire year. Whew! You may think I’m kidding, but I’m not. You have not been an easy one so far. It has been the hardest year of my life, actually. Between your falls, clumsiness,… Read more

  • A letter to Emma Kate on her 10th birthday

    My dear sweet Emma Kate, Hey there baby girl, you are 10! I can’t believe it. I have yet to get super emotional on any of your birthdays. You know I’m not too emotional anyway, but this one gave me a run for my emotional money. I got a bit weepy, a bit teary. I’m… Read more