That first afternoon after driving through the beautiful North Cascades, I felt a little sad and I wasn't sure why. Later, I realized it was because the first time I'd been on this road, I was with another husband more than a decade ago. It didn't mean I wasn't enjoying myself with Jim, it just meant I had a precious memory flit through my brain. Instead of pushing the sadness down, I took some time to remember and be sad
Journey. Photo by Ruth Sullivan I'm looking forward to a new year. I don't know what's in front of me, but I know what's behind me. Hope for the future. As you may know, Jim and I are facilitators for GriefShare and often the grieving one will say, "I can't wait for this [...]
Castaway Cay, Disney's own island. We've been on another journey this week. A Disney cruise on the Caribbean. We were celebrating the 40th anniversary of a radio ministry we are big fans of, Focus on the Family. Focus on the Family Cruise On the cruise we were able to preview [...]
What was the highlight? I was asked... We're back from our trip around the United States. We didn't cover all of the US for sure, but added 9500 miles to the SQ. People ask me what the highlight of our trip was and it was hard to say. We saw the Liberty Bell, Plymouth Rock, [...]
This trip has been different from the others in so many ways. We've been many places together: Paris, Jerusalem, Istanbul, Normandy Beach, The Panama Canal, The Caribbean, and Australia. I enjoy our country the best.
After I read that, sleep was impossible. I lay there, so heartbroken along with my son.
What do I talk about when I share my story? I tell how God was with me during difficult times and joyous times. Not to get "wows." Not to get sympathy. Not even to sell my books, though I want them to read my story more completely. No. I talk to them because I want others to know that when they go through difficult times, they aren't alone.
Our country is so extravagantly beautiful and varied. I never grow tired of watching the scenery go by my window. I’m grateful for the opportunity of taking this trip.
Theodore Roosevelt National Park. The beauty is more in the ruggedness of gouged out badlands, with juniper trees softening the sharpness of the deep valleys. At the end of the road on the North Unit of the park, we walked the path to the edge and gazed at the deep ravine, studded with rocks, and scrubby trees. Our voices seemed muted by the largeness.
We've planned this trip for months. Strangely, though excited to go on the road, I was sad to think we were leaving our home, routine, and family. Once we'd packed all we'd need for close to two months, we were ready to go.
