Your presence, Lord, surrounds & shields me far better than any wood stove shields its dancing fire. Increase my faith. Teach me to move like the fire.Read more
I never thought to honor my mother. I had my reasons. But now, 40 years after her death, I see God’s words, “Honor your mother” and I wonder how to do it.Read more
I’ve rather hoped to avoid meeting mom in heaven. But eventually you’re bound to meet everybody. Including my mom. So what happens when we meet? What do we do with all the issues the two of us never addressed?Read more
Ninety-eight and a half, a week away from eternity, and no interest in Jesus. He didn’t know he was about to make a last minute entrance into paradise.Read more
I don’t understand. Why are there still colors in the world? The sun still shines, but how? For last night my friend’s daughter died.Read more
Some forty years ago a well-meaning doctor scared me stiff. In my panic, I started speed reading Isaiah. Here’s how that helped.
I am, as I write, sitting on my screen porch, looking out my back door over the railing at scenery I’ve delighted in for years. But I’m not enjoying it now, not really, because tomorrow we move out. And I’m sad. So many happy memories, out here on the porch and inside this home. I’ll never again find myself looking out my back door – not this back door over this railing to these trees. Never again. I miss my view even before it’s gone.Read more