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
“Who are you, anyway?” Have you ever been asked that question? If so, what kind of answer did you give? Well, uh, I’m just a person. I don’t do anything really significant. I write a bit and – oh yeah, I’m a Christian. I try and help out at church when I can, but I’m … More When I Am Weak, I Am Strong
The first time I visited Las Vegas, I was 21 years-old. My husband and I arranged to fly down from Seattle to meet his older sister. She had boasted to us about how cheap the food was (a complete filet mignon dinner for around $5.00), plus low-priced hotel rooms at fancy resorts! I wondered how … More Evil – Or Just Evil To Me?
JOY. A simple 3-letter word that’s easy to say, yet hard to hang onto sometimes, right? In spite of knowing that God has the COVID virus firmly in His grasp, I find at times I’m still letting that elusive 3-letter word slip from my focus. I had always loved being at home – and usually … More Consider … Joy
I love to hear birds chirping. In the early mornings I’ll often open my window so I can hear their sweet songs. It’s the most beautiful symphony ever! It delights me and gives me such joy. They sound so happy and carefree. Or I’ll find myself staring out the window watching the bigger birds fly … More Look At The Birds
