When we first went to Bolivia, the hardest thing about moving there, the greatest sacrifice I felt, was the separation from loved ones. I grieved leaving friends and family, and it was compounded seeing the sadness it caused Daughter #1, who was then 5 years old. She had a very best friend and she did … Continue reading Prayer
Maybe I am weird, but as a general rule, I don’t like zoos. It’s simply because I feel bad for the animals kept in cages. Who is happy walking around a prison? But there I was, last week, pushing an empty stroller, chasing an active 18 m.o. granddaughter around a small, rustic zoo in the … Continue reading The Zoo
Oh, my goodness. I can hardly believe this. If you read my story yesterday, you will remember I was facing an extra-long day of travel between Spain and home, feeling weak, physically and emotionally, and I wrote: I go, remembering: I am known and loved. I go, expecting: God will help me, strengthen me, and … Continue reading A Valentine Surprise, P.S.
“God never asks us to do what we cannot do, but what we think we cannot do. Then He waits to see how we will respond.” I heard that quote in February, 2008, at the sad funeral service in Ethiopia of a young Australian man who was tragically electrocuted. That quote was said to be … Continue reading A Valentine Surprise
I am in the Miami airport, on my way to Spain to visit Daughter #3. This is an airport I passed through many times the twenty years we lived in South America. The first time I was here was when our little family was moving to Bolivia in 1984. That Daughter #3 was an eight … Continue reading My Real Friend
Straightening and decluttering . . . I like doing that around my house. My bedroom closet needs straightening and decluttering right now. Clothes and stuff seem to reproduce in there. It’s time for me to take charge and move some of that stuff to the resale shop. Closets have limits, you know. This past week … Continue reading The Jar
“It’s okay to make mistakes,” the card, quoting a child, said. And on the inside, “That’s why God made pencils with erasers.” That is true, that part about it being okay to make mistakes, but not all mistakes are created equal. On the way between my house and the grocery store there is a … Continue reading Mistakes