by Jo Jackson | Oct 30, 2018 | Stones
I’ll never forget the first time I saw Him. The sun was shining brightly through the windows of St. Robert’s Catholic Church, illuminating all the dust particles dancing in the air. I followed the white rays of sunshine to the front altar. There He was, arms stretched...
by Jo Jackson | Oct 30, 2018 | Stones
Looking ahead, it’s comforting to imagine our lives as one generally straight path. A simple line between Point A and Point B. Looking back, of course, we can see the journey more clearly: a winding, zigzagging road, full of circling back, choosing new directions, and...
by Jo Jackson | Oct 30, 2018 | Stones
I’d see friends of hers who would ask how I was; I would see my aunts and uncles and they’d ask how I was; but all I wanted to do was talk about my mother. I wanted to talk about her with friends and family who loved her and had watched her grow up. I wanted to hear...
by Jo Jackson | Oct 30, 2018 | Stones
“Either we go for counseling or I can’t go on.” That was my strong ultimatum to my first husband. Dear friend, this piece is difficult for me to share. From the time I was young, I vowed to my mom, dad, and close friends that I would never, never, never get divorced....
by Jo Jackson | Oct 30, 2018 | Stones
Motherhood was the sweet spot of my life—though certainly not easy. Those years devoted to raising my two daughters, Shannon and Meghan, brought significance, purpose, and clarity to my life, enlarging my heart in ways I never imagined possible. And Don and I loved it...
by Jo Jackson | Oct 30, 2018 | Stones
Look in the mirror. What do you see? Look past the tired eyes, increasing wrinkles, insecurities, fears, doubt, and self-effacement. What do your friends see? To our friends, our faces are the beautiful faces of friendship. That face is painted with strokes of...
