Even On the Hard Days

This is one of those Thanksgivings when things didn’t go according to Hallmark at our house. Or Norman Rockwell, if you are from that era. We’ve had other years when the holiday season was interrupted by illness, of course. I remember the year my dad had...

Finding Comfort

As a child, my biggest fears were thunderstorms and nukes. The thunder is obvious, of course. But I also grew up in the sixties when every school child knew the Russians would obliterate us one of these days. When a new subdivision went up, one of my friends whispered...

Telling Stories

I’ve reached that stage in life where I catch myself repeating stories to the same people. (mostly our grown children) I catch myself, but I rarely stop myself, because family stories are important and are worthy of repetition. Plus, you never know when some...

It’s Covered

 Does the world feel a little less wobbly to you today? Well, it certainly should. I spent thirty-six hours with my daughters this weekend, and we pretty much solved all the problems of the world in that space of time. At least, that is how it always feels after...

Happy Birthday to You

This week, our youngest child hits another decade milestone. I’m not telling you which one. She and her husband are rearing two adorable daughters, have just gotten licensed as foster parents, and lead worship in their church. They are also about to release...