Even though it happened many years ago, I remember it clearly. It was Christmas break my last year of college. I was in Northern Wisconsin at HoneyRock Camp. Alone in a room full of bunkbeds. Lying on a bottom bunk. Zoned out reading a book called “I Loved a Girl” by Walter Trobisch. I had … Continue reading Always Father’s Day
Did you get to roller-skate when you were young? Recently I was reminded of how much I loved roller-skating. When I was a girl, our big downtown Dallas church had a recreation building with a gym, a trampoline, a four lane bowling alley, and one whole floor was a food bar and a roller skating … Continue reading Joy-seeds
I am in Dallas this week, so thankful to be here with my dear ol' dad. He no longer knows who I am, but it seems he knows that he should know me, and it makes me sad seeing his distress about forgetting. Yet he continues to be sweet, funny, and generous, and his prayers are precious. … Continue reading Foot-washing
Have you seen the movie “The Lady in The Van”? It is an interesting story, mostly true, about a homeless woman named Miss Shepherd who lived for years in a London neighborhood in an old van, parked in the driveway of a reluctantly kind bachelor named Allan. After Miss Shepherd’s death, Allan wrote a play … Continue reading The Presence
Sometimes my brilliance surprises me. I had this great idea: Last Sunday we went out to a special restaurant to celebrate Mother’s Day, a full week ahead of the maddening crowds. Wasn't that inspired? We had almost the whole place to ourselves; it was so sweet. The memory of it made all week happy. I … Continue reading Happy American Mother’s Day, Everyone!
Jake leaves for Bolivia today. He’ll be there a month, leading a service team at Camp Kewiña. Watching him get ready has reminded me of the first time we and our three little girlies went to Cochabamba. It was my dream-come-true, to be a missionary. I was supposed to be happy. But the details and … Continue reading My Journal
Today is a praising day. I am remembering a time when God was over-the-top generous to me. It was 2004. We had been in the USA and had returned to Bolivia for one more year so Daughter #4 could finish high school and Jake could hand over his camp responsibilities. We needed a place to … Continue reading The Pleasant Palace on the Plaza