I received a wonderful gift last week as I visited my dear dad. He is living in my brother’s home, and my brother, his wife, and a crew of special ladies keep our dad well-covered with around-the-clock kindness.  I am grateful for them and I wish I lived closer to be a part of their … Continue reading A Question of Honor →

Every time I hike Lookout Trail I remember my first time up and I think of my old friend Penny. My memory does not include sitting on the rocks with her, but there is a particular bend in the trail, at the top of the first steep climb, that takes me back. I picture strong … Continue reading Standing By →

Written October 8, 1991….  There’s a dirty pink wagon in the driveway. Turned-over small chairs sprawl around the wooden front porch, muddy shoes sit on the railing, drying precariously. A hammock blocks the way to the front door. Just inside, books are scattered under the bookcase and four cheap beanbag chairs are tumbled up together. … Continue reading Children →

Dumbfound.  Isn’t that a curious word? It is the blend of ‘dumb’ – as in ‘unable to speak’ – and ‘confound,’ which means ‘to cause surprise or confusion.’ Put together, the dictionary said, ‘to be dumbfounded’ means ‘to be greatly amazed or confused.’  I have been dumbfounded this week, both amazed and confused. *           *           *           *           *           *           *           *           * The … Continue reading Beneath His Mercies →