Sometimes when an army retreats, it does not signify defeat, but a time to re-consider, replenish, and gather strength. That’s what the retreats are at Fran’s. In her lovely house where every square inch holds a Christmas tree or decoration, we group of women met yesterday and we came away refreshed. Just as her breakfast and lunch […]
Dec 4, 2014
Safe Home
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A couple of days ago, I wrote about my sister Helen. Tuesday, I attended her final service, held in Texas. It was a tribute planned by her children and grandchildren and Helen would have been pleased because her life centered around her family. Each one told a bit about what she had meant to them. They shared warm […]
Oct 29, 2014
A Strong Tower
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In Ireland, tall, round stone towers rise like ancient, stalwart guards, keeping watch over a beloved country. Built centuries ago, some as long ago as 750 or 800 A.D., sixty-five of them dot the Irish countryside. Some are in fine condition, looking much as they did when built, and some are just ruins, crumbling stones in a jumbled […]
Oct 25, 2014
Look Up
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Yesterday, while sitting on my deck, I glanced up at my back yard maple. Colored leaves adorned the top! Evidently autumn comes to the heights before it comes to us lowly earthlings. And the thought came to me, if I hadn’t looked up, I would not have seen those beautiful leaves. Yesterday’s disappointment is indeed banished […]
Oct 20, 2014
Beautiful Beginnings
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Don’t you love new beginnings, fresh starts, mornings? Yesterday, I noticed the sky as the sun was coming up and couldn’t resist a picture. A new day, a fresh, clean white page in front of me. What a privilege! Yesterday’s Sunday School lesson was on Joseph. Joseph was betrayed by his brothers, yet God worked […]
Oct 6, 2014
The Potter’s Hands and the Writer
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The Potter’s Hand and the Writer Have you ever watched a child create something with play dough? They squeeze and roll it in their hands repeatedly. Maybe it will become something, like a snake or ball. When it’s finished, there’s a good possibility that it will be smashed into a lump, as it was in […]
