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March 12, 2020

She spun a carefully crafted web of deception. Not to swindle us out of retirement funds or to harm us. 

She was probably in her late 20s, unattractive, overweight, and of limited means. But she was a faithful member of our church, attending every service and each event--except for Valentine’s Day banquets. 

She loved caring for the little...

February 14, 2020

It was about 1980. On February 14, I had an appointment with my rheumatologist, Dr. Valentine (yes, really!). to monitor the rheumatoid arthritis that I'd had for nearly ten years. These appointments often left me discouraged at the reminder of the seriousness of my disease. 

That day, as I returned home, discouraged, I found a long, whit...

December 31, 2019

With one wrong step, Anne fell on a wet patch on the floor. Her life was forever changed even after her shattered kneecap healed well enough for her walk again. 

Just days after their eight-year-old daughter became ill, Tina and Rob’s only child died over the Christmas holidays. 

Greg was in shock. Parkinson’s disease? In that moment, his...

December 12, 2019

Sometimes even within the ordinariness of life and the challenges of living in a fallen world—just sometimes—we get a glimpse of something more. Deeper, more lasting, more satisfying, deeply touching the soul. 

Read this story that birthed a song. Then listen to the song

It begins with a difficult circumstance, a narrow-gauge train, and...

November 7, 2019

God has not forgotten you ...  

Though life may have taken you far from where you intended to go.

Though the challenges that surround you seem so high and impenetrable that you can’t see a way out. 

Though stresses sometimes seem they will break you beyond repair. 

On top of it all, the enemy throws multitudes of fiery darts—thoughts to disc...

September 7, 2019

New books. A new school year. 

I can still see it. New workbooks and textbooks lined the shelves. Math, science, history, English, and others. Full of possibilities. 

During the summer months I planned. I divided the number of lessons by the weeks we would homeschool. It came down to sticking to the plan as much as possible. 

Still, when I...

August 8, 2019

Remember that eye-catching invitation you received? Everything was beautifully designed, from the color scheme and text placement to the selection of a coordinating postage stamp. From the moment you opened the it, you anticipated attending. 

Last week, I received an invitation. In fact, I received several. 

However, there were no appealin...

July 25, 2019

“The flowers are still alive!” my husband exclaimed as we pulled up in front of our son’s grave. 

However, I didn’t share his enthusiasm. As he stepped out of the car to water the flowers, the oppressive heat—and sadness--poured in. 

“The flowers are still alive!” The words echoed in my mind. 

But he’s not. 

My eyes filled with tears as pain...

July 11, 2019

“That's a lot of stress on a young kid,” I said. 

My husband and I were walking around some softball fields and had stopped to watch some young boys. The pitcher, about eight or nine years old, did a good job, but the batter walked anyway. These boys were under pressure to perform. 

We continued our walk and passed a group of middle school...

June 19, 2019

In seventh grade music class I learned the song, “Button Up Your Overcoat”. Written in 1928, this song seemed outdated even in 1969 when I sang: 

Button up your overcoat
When the wind is free
Take good care of yourself
You belong to me. 

Oh, eat an apple every day
Get to bed by three
Take good care of yourself
You belong to me. 

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