Last weekend, I attended graduation receptions for two young women. I have followed these girls through the lives and prayers of their mothers – two of my friends. And when I see these girls on Facebook or at my church, I smile – even though I know they probably don’t realize who I am or …
For some reason, I am keeping my old bicycle. Both tires are flat, but the leather seat is still intact and all of the gears still work. Several spokes are broken and hang at cock-eyed angles like broken arms on a football player. Why am I keeping this bicycle? At one point, I thought of …
In one of the scenes in the 3rd Reverend G book, she wanders around a cemetery. Recently, I found myself doing the same thing. Isn’t it odd how often life imitates art? Since I was in my hometown for a book signing, I stopped at the cemetery to “visit” with Dad and all the other …
It may seem a bit premature, but we have started dividing up Mom’s things. She no longer needs a cabinet full of Tupperware containers, because she no longer lives in her house or cooks and puts away leftovers. In one kitchen cabinet, the cast-iron pot sits like a lonely sentinel of Sunday dinners past. Every …
She has been one of my favorite authors – forever – and I think I have read everything she ever wrote. For years, I listened to her “GateWay to Joy” devotions on the radio, mesmerized by her mellow voice and inspired by her story. Elisabeth Elliott was one of the wives of the missionaries who …
What is it about February? The shortest month seems to stretch into a cavernous calendar of grey days. Grey isn’t my color. I don’t live well in February. Occasional spits of snowy ice combine with frigid temperatures. We huddle tighter inside our coats, wishing for a warm blast from the Gulf rather than the icy …
Today I welcome a writer who shares the same publisher with me, Cross River Media. Angela D. Meyer is the author of “Where Hope Starts,” a story about God’s redemption in the middle of a crumbling marriage. Angela lives in Omaha, NE with her husband of more than 22 years. She home-schools their daughter and …
On a deserted Oklahoma road, I traveled alone. Then I saw them coming from a distance – the slight movement in my peripheral vision to the right, so I slowed down to 20 miles per hour. Since no cars approached on either side of the highway, I stopped my vehicle, held my breath and watched. …
A recent Bible study in my lifegroup discussed the issue of doubt versus faith. I decided not to bother with the homework. After all, faith is one of my core values and also one of my spiritual gifts. I really have no problems with doubt. Then I attended a networking meeting where a financial planner …
A few weeks ago, I read Nora Ephron’s memoir about aging: “I Feel Bad About My Neck.” With her usual wit and masterful use of the English language, Nora wrote honestly about her own aging issues. She included essays about the neck and how it quickly turns from smooth, soft skin into something resembling a …