I have to confess, Lord . . .

I have to confess, Lord . . .

I have to confess, Lord, there are days when this time with you feels like sacrifice. These moments I dedicate each morning to sit and talk with the Creator of the Universe feel like duty instead of privilege. My to-do list calls to me. I have words to write, clothes to iron, bread to bake. […]

Aging Grace-full-y

Aging Grace-full-y

I’ve always had a fascination for objects that have been around a long time. I pick up a silver spoon, slanted at the tip from years of stirring, and wonder about my grandmother’s favorite dishes, about the incredible meals she made from next to nothing when times were tough and her pastor husband hadn’t been […]

Take a Risk

Take a Risk

My husband studied the weather radar. “We’ll be cutting it close,” he said. We looked at each other, smiled, and didn’t need words. The unspoken communication said, “Let’s go for it!” So we hopped on the motorcycle and drove forty minutes north to our son’s house. We had a great visit, playing with our five grandsons, […]

Facing the Unknown

Facing the Unknown

Some years back, two of my sons and a friend were camping in Missouri. One night, they heard a rustling in the brush. The noise grew louder, closer. And then it stopped. The next night around dusk, they heard it again. What was it? You can imagine the campfire talk: “It could be a wild […]

Fight for Joy

Fight for Joy

I woke yesterday morning to a fresh, white world, snow sparkling like diamonds. Not the kind of beauty I really wanted to see in the second week of April, but still something to appreciate. And then came the text: Feel like a road trip? Coming from anyone else, I would have wondered what adventure awaited. Coming […]

Because of Brokenness

Because of Brokenness

My electric teapot had been a little bit broken for a long time. The hinge on the lid was stuck and because it couldn’t close all the way, it didn’t shut off automatically. Being easily distracted, I needed that feature! One day while I was cleaning it, the top fell right off. Now it was really broken. […]

Joy Bubbles

Joy Bubbles

I was in a strange place, surrounded by people I didn’t know. I didn’t want to be there. And then a memory flashed–my mom, talking about her joy bubble. My mother was an RN, the nurse on charge in her unit. Not everyone appreciated her authority and there were times the resistance got too much for […]

Craving Sparkle

Craving Sparkle

As a little girl, I loved all things sparkly. One of my clearest memories is of a pair of dress-up high heels—silver straps, clear plastic heels with jewels and glitter suspended inside. I’m now in the closet sparkle phase. I wear comfy clothes and practical shoes and live in a home with Mission style furniture. But I walk […]

Finding Hope . . . in an Empty Dishwasher

Finding Hope . . . in an Empty Dishwasher

I’m not a neat cook. I flagrantly ignore my mother’s advice: “If you wash dishes as you go along, it makes clean-up so much easier.” Clean-up in the midst of cooking seems to mess with creativity. And I’d rather spend time with guests than clean up while they’re here. So I leave it all for […]

As My Mom Thinketh

As My Mom Thinketh

My mom passed away four years ago. Today would have been her 98th birthday. Seems like a good day for reflecting. My father dubbed my mom “The Eternal Optimist.” She was a devotee of Norman Vincent Peale and quoted from The Power of Positive Thinking and the Bible in about equal measure. Her cure for […]