Hope Creates Lifetime Goals
When an author reaches one of those milestone birthdays, how can she accomplish some lifetime goals?
When an author reaches one of those milestone birthdays, how can she accomplish some lifetime goals?
My son is sick, and I am afraid. Because he is a cancer survivor (eight years, bless God!), when something happens that interrupts that heart relief of his healing – my soul fears. Last week, he was disoriented. He couldn’t drive, couldn’t write his name, had trouble putting words together to make a sentence. The …
What will heaven look like? Will it be so beautiful, we’ll need a couple thousand years to grow used to it?
How do we deal with the question of “Why?” when heaven is silent? Maybe God sees the bigger picture through his timeless eyes.
Most of my followers believe there is one true God, and they follow the Christian faith. If you fall into that category, then this blog post is nothing new. You can forward it to a friend or a neighbor. However, the internet is a vast mission field and long after I am gone – I …
Some of my readers have wondered what Reverend G does for Christmas. So I asked her, and she said: Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays, and even with my Alzheimer’s I remember so many past memories. My beloved Jacob in his Lone Ranger pajamas, tearing into his presents and so excited to …
As an author, I always hope my words will impact readers, but sometimes this goal reverses. Sometimes I find myself changed by another writer’s work. One of those writers for me is Anne Lamott. This week, I was thrilled to attend a presentation by Anne Lamott right here in Kansas City. Anne was, as I …
Out on my deck, I consider the last gasp of summer – this season I enjoy with its plantings and harvests, its colors and textures. In my gratitude journal, I record the sights and sounds so that in the cold misery of winter – I will not forget what my heart is now thankful for. …
“Why do you have those red shoes on your tree?” a little friend asked me. She pointed to the felt shoes that hang at the front of my tree. “Ah…that is a wonderful story,” I said, “and it began many years ago. Would you like to hear it?” Her dark brown eyes twinkled as she …
God has never answered my question, and I seriously doubt that he will. However, he is kind enough to let me rage against him, scribble in my journal and cry out my frustrations. “Why have you let Alzheimer’s take over my mother’s brain? I still need her.” I want her to tell me how to …