Tribute to a Mother
How can I write about a person who had so much influence on my life and lived to age ninety-three?
How can I write about a person who had so much influence on my life and lived to age ninety-three?
We were on a rafting trip down the DesChutes River one hot August afternoon. We were having an exhilarating time riding the rapids, not minding getting wet.
Would you like to join me in discovering some of the good we never expected in this growing old?
How can I trust and delight in the Lord?
In January, I always look back to a precarious time in my history.
I've believed in the promises of the Bible for a long time. Through the hard times. Through the good times. Through pain. Through lack of pain.
It feels to me as though our whole world is pining for truth and justice and an end to strife. We're not there yet, and won't be until Jesus comes again. In the meantime, this Christmas season brings us hope and a glimpse of what's to come.
It’s a different situation and time, but I have to reflect on brave words I’ve said in public.
Would we forget to pray for our kids and grands if we didn't have the bowl of rocks with their names on them? Probably not, but seeing their names on the rocks is a reminder to both of us to pray for our loved ones.
In our dark world, I'm focusing on the Light. It is my only hope. It can be yours, too.