Pray?? Wait. Are you asking me if I pray for THEM? Well, sure I do! I mean sometimes I do. Alright, I admit that I pray for THEM less than sometimes. Maybe hardly ever? Okay, so what! I bet you don’t either. In fact, I think most of us would like to forget about THEM…
My 6’4” burly husband is a magnet for people in need. Ever since I can remember, hurting folks look to Mike for support, guidance, and sometimes even rescue. He always seems to capitalize on this gift as an opportunity to share God’s love. It’s one of the things I fell in love with when I…
I thought I had it all figured out in my twenties. I would be a full time missionary in Africa, care for babies with AIDS in the hospital, and see hundreds of lives change for God’s glory. At least that was MY dream. I prayed fervently for this dream to come to fruition; I was…
Last week as I listened to a doctor from Sloan Kettering give my husband a second opinion, I saw the words “To Be Continued” scroll across the screen of my life. I wanted to shout, “No! The year 2020 is done! Down the tube! Finished! Out with the bad, and in with the good!” Instead…
My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as the icy, blinding snow pelted down on my front windshield. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, I could barely see the car twenty feet in front of me on I-95. The windshield wipers chattered noisily, defiantly reminding me once again that they needed replacing….
I was looking at a relative’s wish list for Christmas, and I thought of how different our desires become as we grow older and wiser. The older I get, the less material things mean to me. This year the best Christmas gift I could receive is to spend that day with my family. Most likely,…
It’s almost Christmas! Have you started your Christmas shopping? When our kids were young, Mike and I did not want our family to be caught up in the materialism that surrounded the holidays. We wanted our children to understand the real meaning of Christmas. So my husband started chopping wood. To be more accurate, Mike…
I stared at the countless sentences circled in red ink all over the paper, and my eyes filled with tears. The D+ grade at the top of the page glared at me with condemnation. I felt defeated, and it was only my first college journalism assignment. My Penn State professor, known for his strict adherence…
When we moved into our neighborhood eight years ago, we had no idea we were moving next door to lovebirds. After almost 50 years of marriage, Stanley and Barbara’s passion for each other was undeniably sweet. They were not only the cutest couple, but the most inseparable. Every time we saw Stanley, there was…
