The mystery of what and who? There’s a mysterious, uneasy stirring deep within my soul these days. I search for clues—hunt for answers. Uncommon questions remain. One piques my brain: Is gratefulness and great fullness
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Lead Us to the Cross
2020: A historical year by epic proportions, or a calling to be led? All the world will remember—no matter how much we try to forget. Autumn is my favorite season of the year. I’m writing
Read moreThe Mystery of Fireflies and Faithful Friends
Fireflies and faithful friends? Don’t you love them? We watch and wait for them every summer. For me, fireflies and friends go together like barbeques, campfires, and boat rides around winding lakes that never seem
Read moreFearless and Free
Afraid, or fearless and free? Unexpected circumstances, including the Coronavirus resurgence in our state, clouded my thoughts. Photos and social media stories of recent Fourth of July celebrations dared to disappear like the arrows my
Read moreFinding Wisdom and Strength in the Love of the Father
Wisdom, strength, and what? It’s hard to believe the mid-point of 2020 is fast approaching. Without a doubt, people from all walks of life will one day say this was one of those historical years
Read moresurviving or thriving on a socially distant mother’s day
A socially distant Mother’s Day? While on a recent video meeting, I found myself reminiscing with one of my sons about the Mother’s Day gardens we sowed, games we played, and the stories we shared.
Read morePeace In uncertain times
A time for everything? We’re told these are uncertain times. What about yesterday, last year, or twenty years from now? Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Isn’t any time an uncertain time? As we pray
Read moreThe Mystery Of Gentleness and Perfect Powerful Peace
Perfect Father… My dad had a way of warming hearts with his smile. If he were here today, my twenty-one-year-old son might say, “Pop’s authentic,” but, Noah never met him. My husband and three older
Read moreWith All His Heart
A love of a lifetime… I remember the vow my husband and I made to love each other until, when old and gray, death would part us. It wasn’t something I’d ever dwell on. Death
Read moreThe warmth of winter and all its wonders
Stories by the fireside… We didn’t have a fireplace in our New York City apartment, although my dad continued his fireside storytelling tradition throughout the winter months—minus the crackling fire of course. I remember many
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