Just Stop It!
Back in November I began a “Stop It!” list. I have found that it is way too easy for me to excuse sin in my life. I call it a “bad habit” or “a weakness” or “one of my short-comings.”…Read More
Not So Silent Night!
Silent night… really? I’ve loved singing the beautiful Christmas carol ever since I could first lisp the words, “thilent night.” An Austrian priest, Father Joseph Mohr wrote the words in 1816, and two years later Franz Gruber composed the melody…Read More
One More Crisis
What a night! I was sitting at my computer, desperately trying to complete several writing projects whose deadlines were fast approaching! I got a phone call from a close friend asking prayer for her family which was in the midst…Read More
How the Shaking Stops
This week my world shook… literally! I was seated in a comfortable wing-back chair in one of our counseling rooms, chatting with a lovely young woman when the wings behind my head started moving. At first I thought it was…Read More
Blueberry Cobbler Blessings
I finally counted them … and the total? Twenty-eight, plus a dog! That’s how many overnight guests my husband and I have hosted in our home in the last two months. Some have stayed only a night or two, but…Read More
So Different…So Blessed
Have you ever been introduced to a married couple and thought, “I wonder what she sees in him?” or, “I wonder what he sees in her?” I must admit that among our friends and acquaintances the old adage, “opposites attract,”…Read More
Time for a Change
Maybe it was SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder… the “no sunshine” disease). Maybe it was a bad case of spring fever. Maybe it was an “I’m fast approaching 60” thing. Maybe it was God trying to pry me loose from my…Read More
A Taste Test
Just finished eating leftovers. Green curry from a wonderful Thai restaurant we ate at yesterday…. mmmm… delicious! My husband, John, also enjoyed his Pad Thai. This however, was after he removed the “parsley-like” leaves sprinkled attractively atop his entrée. They…Read More
Why Can’t They Just be Perfect?
I don’t consider myself a perfectionist. I confess that my closet is often full to over-flowing, my purse is a disorganized, cluttered abyss and my daily routines not always even close to being routine. Unlike my husband who has a…Read More
When our son Tim was just a little guy, he loved to sing. It is no maternal exaggeration to say that he sang before he could talk, humming recognizable tunes while kicking his toddler feet rhythmically in the car seat….Read More