Jake and I made a plan to go camping on a Saturday night. Daughter #4 asked if we could stay two nights so they could join us for the second one. We thought about it, and said sure. We could change our plans and stay Sunday night, too. Saturday we woke up feeling pushed, so … Continue reading The Changing Sky →

This week I was thinking about Nazareth. When I was 20 years old, I went to summer school in Israel.  Studying the history and geography of that land and the parables of Jesus while traveling around to biblical places with personal professors and fun friends, that was one of the best experiences of my life. … Continue reading This Week →

In central Ireland, where Jake and I lived for a season, there are more sheep than people. Everywhere you go you can see groups of wooly sheep in the fields behind green hedges and gray stone walls. One Sunday we were rushing on our way to church. Wait. The rushing part is not true. My … Continue reading All We Like Sheep →

“Does God guide? Yes, I believe that he does. Most times he guides in subtle ways, by feeding ideas into our minds…” – Philip Yancey.   Jake and I were on a long road trip years ago. I can’t recall where we were going, but we were driving through Missouri and we’d planned to take … Continue reading That Little Cabin in Missouri →

August 8. The house is quiet. And I need this quiet.   Last week we took the Spain kiddoes to the airport. Four days ago our Canadian daughter left. This morning our dear Japan family drove off – ending the long and busy-happy family reunion. Those last hugs made me sad – of course! -- … Continue reading A Quiet House →

Have you heard this saying: “Hurry is not of the devil. Hurry is the devil.” ? I get it.  I am kinda like a devil when I am in a hurry. I get angry at my husband, thinking he should be helping me. I push and resent others if they block/interrupt me when I am … Continue reading S L O W Down →

“Gramma, look! A red bird!” It was exciting for my 6 y.o. ‘Spanish’ granddaughter to see her first North Carolinian cardinal. I was happy with her, and I wanted to tell her this story.   Back a long time ago, when I was a student at MacArthur High School in Texas, each Friday morning in … Continue reading Stop, Look, and Listen →