During this birthday month, I have focused on gratitudes such as: Sabbath beauty, family, my son, my daughter-in-love, sunshine and light of all kinds, friends, books, and food. But this particular post is being written on my actual birth date in a favorite coffee shop. Being alive and being here brings more gratitudes to the …
As I worked in my home office, a sound forced me to stop and look around. It was a melody I had not heard for quite a while. Humming — a bass voice humming. My son, who has a lovely voice, was marching up the stairs while humming. I smiled with a prayer of thanks. …
An idea filtered through my soul one Sabbath afternoon as I was journaling thoughts from the morning’s service. Someone had mentioned the fruit of the Spirit from Galatians 5:22-23. These qualities are produced in our lives as we let the Spirit flow through us and as we learn more about what it means to live …
On a cool fall day – as the leaves began changing their seasonal clothes, I joined a friend for Sunday service in a country church. The white clapboard exterior adorned with an iron bell, calling the community to gather. An open door – both figuratively and in reality. All welcome. All embraced. Picture the TV …
The inevitable happened. I just wasn’t ready for it – yet. This summer of 2017 seems rampant with the unexpected. A visit with my mother in assisted living and BAM – another unavoidable side effect of Alzheimer’s Disease. She no longer knew me. “Hi, kiddo,” her greeting for everyone who enters her room. As we …
How can a writer celebrate the end of a trilogy? With a little help from her friends.