He wasn’t dying. That is, he wasn’t dying as quickly as everyone expected. Dying slowly was one thing; dying alone was another. She hated the thought that he had to endure both. She pulled up a chair next to his hospital bed and reached across the flimsy white sheet for his bony hand. His body twitched. The muscles in his face contorted rhythmically, expressing smiles and pain intermittently. She didn’t know if the morphine was the cause or if he was comforted and tormented by eighty-four years of memories. She… Read more It Takes Time →
Only a couple of weeks ago my cell phone rang. “Hey mom, the ring is ready to be picked up. Can you get it?” He had ordered the ring from a… Read more Five Minute Friday – Experience →
Some choices come easy. Those that do, usually don’t qualify as obedience. I don’t fish. I’d be hard-pressed if you asked me to set a fishing pole. When I came… Read more I Can Do That! →
The sign wasn’t suppose to be there. I had other plans for the nail that holds it now. But each time I look at it, I remember the story and… Read more Always the Right Time →
I just returned from a mission trip to India (or at least that’s where I think I went). Here is what happened … ~~~~~~~~~~~ The scammers have been getting more… Read more I Just Returned … →
A recent post by Mitch Teemley titled made me think … a lot. I then remembered two prayers my husband prayed some time ago. He has prayed many times and many… Read more Breath-Prayers →
To this ONE WORD I want to cleave It is the Word “ABIDE” My foolish ways I want to leave; In Jesus want to hide. But I must know the… Read more Abide – My WORD(s) →
While at my sink doing the dishes today (that’s where I do my best thinking) something occurred to me. My thoughts were prompted by a blog-conversation with Phillip Mullins Writing is… Read more Of Raising Kids and Writing →
