Father’s Day
Today, as I am writing, we are wrapping up another Father’s Day. It has been a good day at church and with family. I’ve enjoyed being with my husband and son, who are both good fathers. Over the last few…
Tragedy or Triumph?
I recently read the authorized biography of Elisabeth Elliot, Becoming Elisabeth Elliot, by Ellen Vaughn. Elisabeth was the widow of Jim Elliot, one of the five missionaries slaughtered by the Auca (or Waodani) Indians in Ecuador back in the 1950s.…
Archives
In my last blog (“Hugs”) I dove into the archives of our family’s recordings. A song was featured from our first recording back in the late 60s. I’m so grateful for my friend, Scott, who has preserved all of our…
Hugs
If we are with someone who has just received bad news or is struggling with a difficult situation, the natural thing to do is give them a hug. Well, at least that was true until the pandemic outlawed personal contact.…
Longing
Have you ever longed for something? I don’t mean just wishing, but a desperate longing. My sister-in-law is a grandma to two beautiful girls whom she hasn’t been able to see for over a year now due to covid. She…
Lists
My husband is great at making lists. He makes grocery lists, miscellaneous stuff to buy lists, things to do lists, password lists, addresses of businesses we want to check out. He uses little spiral notebooks for most of these lists.…
Blood
If you are a nurse or a doctor (something I would never choose to be), then this subject probably doesn’t bother you. But when a scene comes on a television program that involves blood, I turn away and close my…
Prone to Panic
A problem arose at church recently. The reaction of several people was panic. But one person went to the church, found a helper, and in a few minutes they had it all cleaned up. No need to panic, people. Just…
Saturday
It was Saturday. The Jewish Sabbath. The followers of Jesus were hunkered down in private quarters in Jerusalem. They were a sad group. Devastated, in fact. Their Master, their Leader, their Rabbi was gone. How could it have happened? And…
Words
I wonder how many words I have used in my lifetime. In my speech, in my writing, in my thoughts - that’s far more than I care to count. How about you? Are you a man (or woman) of few…