There are many Thanksgivings I could write about, but I'm going to focus on three. Each one very precious. One..... The first Thanksgiving I'm recalling took place thirteen years ago on November 25, 2005 in a hospital room in Portland, Oregon. It was a quiet one with my first husband, Bill Rudberg. He was very ill [...]
One day, though, the sun will peek through just as the fog was dispelled on my early morning walk last week.
“I, Shirley, take you, Jim, to be my wedded husband . . .” Saturday, December 7 dawned cold and clear. I drove into the church parking lot in the early morning light. The ground was sprinkled with snow like powdered sugar; the temperature hovered in the low teens. There was no wind; it was a [...]
After twenty-some years of treasuring it, alas, when opening the storage boxes, I found it broken! “Oh no!” I wailed.
When I get those stop-the-time feelings, I remember Who’s in control.
Dear friends, if you are in mourning, give yourself permission to do just that. Mourn. Remember the person you've said goodbye to. Weep. Forgive your forgetfulness.
How can we even think about peace with all of what is going on in our world? I get distressed when I read and hear headlines about the terrible treatment of people everywhere!
The phone rang, and I heard Colleen's voice inviting me to join her to hear a piano recital from a renown pianist, Richard Goode. Sundays are difficult for me sometimes. You see, I am by myself, and the best part of Sunday to me was worshipping at church in song and hearing Pastor Paul preach [...]
