The Journal

If there is any one thing I can advise a believer in Christ, it is to keep a prayer journal. I’ve known Jesus for over forty-five years now, and have kept journals since my earliest days in faith. They’ve been through school with me, around the world with me, through grief with me. They come … More The Journal

The offered hand

I’ve always been a cautious person on stairs. Maybe there’s some subconscious recollection of my mother falling with me down a flight of stairs when I was a baby. In any case, I do have a tendency to hold on to a railing, especially when descending. It’s no surprise that not every stair case has … More The offered hand

Tatts and Tears

I went to support my brother. Funerals are hard for us both. That’s just the reality of the grief walk. You think you’re going to handle it, but then a word is spoken, a memory comes back and you end up sitting through someone else’s funeral only remembering the one that changed everything for you. … More Tatts and Tears

Sore Feet

I thought I was prepared. I’d been walking most every day, not just to lose weight (which I didn’t) but to make sure my stamina was up for what I knew lay ahead. Vacation. That word does not normally conjure up a need for stamina, but I knew this one would, as we were traveling … More Sore Feet

Jet Lagged

There is something wrong with my vacation planning, when I do not give myself a day of recovery following an overseas flight that arrives late at night. The result is jet lag that hits you mid-afternoon. The problem was, I not only worked a full day but had a board meeting that evening as well. … More Jet Lagged

Whoa or Woe

Not living in a day of horse and buggy, we don’t use the word “whoa” very much, though I have been forced to use it with a runaway child from time to time. “Whoa, there, son. You’re going a bit fast.” Whoa is a call to slow down, take heed, be careful. Just when you’re … More Whoa or Woe

Daily Rhythms

Most people who knew me well during my years overseas know me for my routines. I cleaned my house the same day every week. I washed clothes on Mondays, towels on Wednesday, sheets on Friday. I woke up every morning and had my quiet time. You could call me a creature of habit. I called … More Daily Rhythms

For or With?

I know a lot of people who don’t like the thought of working for someone else. Maybe they’ve tried it, and long for the day when they can be on their own — work for themselves. It’s a nice thought, but anyone who runs their own business will tell you that working for yourself, is just … More For or With?

Futile Faith

Faith is a popular word these days, and people aren’t afraid to use it. From actors to politicians to religious leaders, they have faith, and they’re proud of it. But what does it mean? You’re told to believe in yourself or even that God believes in you. You have faith in the American dream. You … More Futile Faith

150 Days

The passing of time marks so much in our lives — childhood, graduations, new jobs, marriage, aging, and even death. We remember certain dates on the calendar, as they’re tied to specific events. When my husband passed away, I marked a year of Wednesdays, as that was the day he left. Recently, I made a … More 150 Days