My heart has been burdened for our son Jeffrey. He recently turned 30 years-old and has quadriplegic cerebral palsy. He’s been confined to a wheelchair from when he was just a small boy. Yet from ages 10 to 20, he was a go-getter. He refused to let his disability define him. He worked hard at … More Falling Down Through The Cracks
The year was 2021. That was the year my husband Gary dubbed “The Year of Discontent.” Most people I know felt that way about the previous year, because that was when dreaded COVID-19 really hit hard. It was a terrible year with many people dealing with the horrible virus. My husband and I prayed for … More The Year the Locusts Tried to Steal
OUCH, Lord, You’re hurting me! I’m supposed to be learning how to heal, not learning to suffer more. Have you been there? Have you been to the point where you’re so angry at God that you don’t even want to have anything to do with Him? A few years back, my heart was really hurting. … More Why Does Healing Have to Hurt?
A few months back, I again was going through a “teeter-totter” time. Unfortunately that seems to be a way too common occurrence for me. I had been wondering just what God was wanting me to do with my life. Was I on the right track, or had I drifted away? I had been feeling so … More Lord, What Do You Want Me To Do?
I found myself sitting on the patio of our rental house in tears the 4th of July weekend. Why? Because our son Jeffrey had changed his mind and decided he didn’t want to come see us, after all. We’ve only seen him once since we moved here to Arizona in January, and I was so … More Hope For My Hurting Heart
So here my husband Gary and I are – retired. Quite frankly just saying those words makes me feel old! And, I have to admit, there have been moments when I haven’t liked this whole retirement thing – not one bit. Granted, I haven’t been working at a “paid” job for over 5 years. My … More Learning To Have Fun Again
Growing up wasn’t a fun time for me; and I’m sure a lot of you feel the same way. Although I loved both my dad and mom, there are traits about both of them that I’ve worked hard to not be like. My dad was very quiet and introverted, so through the years I’ve tried … More How Far Does Your Apple Fall From The Tree?
It’s certainly been awhile since I posted my last blog God of the Burning Bush. Why? Well I’ve got tons of excuses. But the bottom line is that for the past months I’ve been very discombobulated. There’s been no normalcy. It’s like I’ve been placed into a sizzling hot frying pan. However, this frying pan … More Into The Frying Pan
I still remember when Jeffrey (our son with special needs) was about 8 years-old. He had heard about upcoming baptisms at church, and told us he wanted to get baptized. We peppered him with questions to make sure he understood fully what baptism meant, and afterward felt in our hearts that the time was right. He … More God of the Burning Bush
Whoa… I was reading one of my journal entries the other day, dated of 3/19/99 (yes, I’m definitely getting old). I was struck by what it said: “Looking out at the beautiful sunshine today I was again filled with a deep remorse of how we are blessed here in the USA, and the majority of … More Remembering Our Blessings