I'm gonna be upfront with you, dear readers.  The following story is for my grandchildren. If you want to read it (i.e. 'eavesdrop'), fine. But you don’t have to. Hey, kids. Isn't that a beautiful picture?  That is the Cirque of the Towers in the Wind River Mountains in Wyoming. The tall mountain on the … Continue reading Pingora →

Jake was resting in the back of our van while I was driving through Indiana. We were heading home after a two week road trip. I was looking forward to my own bed that night, and feeling like the proverbial horse going faster, getting closer to the barn. There I was, tootling along, listening to … Continue reading His Great Mercy →

Going down Memory Lane is not always fun. We are up in northern Wisconsin at Honey Rock Camp at a 50 year anniversary celebration. We haven’t been here in many years, and of course, there are lots of changes in this place. This afternoon I walked around, trying to picture where the old office was. … Continue reading In This Place →

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 →