What can we learn from an old window?

How many times did a mama look out this window, waiting for her boy to get back from war? She sees him walk down the dirt road to their hard scrabble farm, struggling to eek out a living on rapidly diminishing wheat prices and a season with too little rain. Did she eventually hang a gold star in the window? A yellow ribbon?...more

Either You Trust Him Or You Don't: Still Finding The New Normal

The weeping seems to be under control for the moment, but I can feel it lurking just under the surface, ready to smack me around if I don't keep vigilant. Actually, I have not wept since last Sunday, and that was because of communion. Communion makes me weep in gratitude for the sacrifice He made for me, so I can't blame loneliness for that....more

Life Flight with Herold the Helicopter

Life Flight with Herold the HelicopterWhoever saves one life, saves the world entire.  ~Thomas Keneally...more

The Next Great Adventure

My father passed away last week and we held his memorial service yesterday morning.  There was a time of open sharing and this is what I wanted to say but, at the time, I just couldn't get the words out.  Since I couldn't share it then, I'm sharing it now. I hope it is good for your spirit....more

Keeping a Pet's Presence Alive After the Animal is Gone

I’m not surprised to be reading that pets have become extremely important to young singles, who find that a dog or cat is less stressful than being with a lover (though in defense of humans, an animal, no matter how devoted, will never pick up the cleaning). There is now the phrase, “pets as partners,” which I guess should take the sting out of hearing a woman referred to as “a dog.” With U.S....more

Overwhelmed

I don't know what is the matter with me. Ever since I saw that picture, I have been a weeping machine. I wept on the way to get a mammogram. I wept while on hold. I wept on the way to work on crafts for the kids in Uganda to make next month. I wept while mixing two types of cat food so the kittens' tummies wouldn't be upset as I transition them to adult food. I wept during worship at church, and during the baptisms. It's ridiculous....more

Giving Up or Letting Go? Gaining "The Inside Advantage"

How do you know when it’s time to give up—fighting for something you believe in, or want to have, or to have happen? To give up seems like a failure of sorts, and we don’t like to fail, to experience loss. You’re not sure if you can let go of your hopes and dreams, of something or someone. Maybe you think or feel that you can’t or don’t want to continue doing what you’ve been doing—thinking and acting in the same way, or perhaps moving in the same direction, or even staying on the same path....more

How to survive the death of a sibling

It is almost July 24.  My younger brother's birthday.  He would have been 45 this year.  4 years younger than me.  However, when his birthday comes this year I will do what I have been doing for the past 5 years.  I will bake a chocolate cake  and I will light a yahrzeit candle to honor his memory. Because on April 14, 2009, my younger brother Brian died from a heart attack....more

Re-Connecting with My Biological Parents (A Unique Adoption)

Looking at me in person and reading my stories online, you probably would never know that at one point in my life I was considered “special needs.”  My life’s story involves a unique adoption that shaped me into the person I am today – let’s start with the day the adoption became final....more

Blindsided

I was poking around online the other day, waiting for my sister to call so we could discuss bus schedules for her planned trip to visit in August. I wasn't thinking about much of anything, but I came across a photo of a couple in winter at what looked like Jenny Lake. The picture caught me unaware, and I just started crying. I don't really know why; I'm not even sure it was Jenny Lake....more