My sweet eighty-three-year-old, visually impaired mother sat at her computer last night working diligently on what I thought was an e-mail. Instead, she came to me later and said, “I just finished a guest post for the blog, if you’d…
But God: Question Mark or Exclamation Point?
When we say “but God,” it is all too often followed by a question mark. No, asking God “why” is not wrong, but complaining with a stomped foot, a whiny voice, and an exasperated sigh as we reply “but God,”…
More Than Enough
My “ideal Saturday” turned into a reality: HGTV magazine arrived in the mail; lifetime friend sent me a box of fall-fragrance candles; rain fell gently, creating an overcast softness outside; and God let me know that He was more than…
I Want to Live Where I Can Make a Difference
I want to live where I can make a difference. That thought struck me early this morning as I wearily rose from my overnight duty in assisting with my dad’s care. It’s pouring buckets and buckets and buckets of rain…
Keep Looking Up!
Sometime between 8:30 and 9:30 p.m. each evening, my mom and I help my dad sit on the edge of his bed for a few minutes. After raising the top of the hospital bed in his bedroom, I generally lean…