The Sad Happy Great Commission

John was eager to participate in the great commission by going. I went to his commissioning service. As I sat with the congregation, memories flooded my soul. I remembered the sorting and packing. I felt again that anticipation laced with a touch of fear. I recalled heart-wrenching goodbyes, yet the thrill about what was next.... Continue Reading →

Purposeful Grandparenting

I became a grandma almost 18 years ago. I still remember the sense of awe that my kids were now having kids! How could time fly by so quickly? I delight in each of my twelve grandkids and am thrilled with the opportunity to invest in their lives. Part of me knows what grandmas do... Continue Reading →

Lizzy’s Christmas Reminder

Isn’t it easy to feel rushed in the Christmas season? Cards to send, gifts to buy and wrap. We bake cookies and decorate our homes. My nine-year-old granddaughter, Lizzy, drew a Christmas picture for a family book. Under the picture she wrote “presence over presents.” How wonderful to be reminded of why we celebrate Christmas!... Continue Reading →

Don’t You Remember?

The meal started out with a few loaves of bread and a couple of fish. The disciples were full after a miraculous meal that fed thousands. They left by boat and had one loaf of bread with them. Jesus tells them, “Watch out for the yeast of the Pharisees and that of Herod.” (Mark 8:15) The disciples... Continue Reading →

The Gift of Listening

One of my goals this year is to become a better listener. I wrote "listen" on a piece of paper and put it in my wallet as a reminder. Listening better may be a challenge for me. As I’ve gotten older my ears don’t work as well as they used to! There has been some... Continue Reading →

Helpless but never hopeless

Parenting is a privilege and delight. It can also be challenging. Parenting in a different culture adds to that. There have been many moments in life where I have felt helpless, especially as a mom. Two stand out in my mind. One of my most frantic moments happened when our kids were little. We were... Continue Reading →

Love is Blind

When I was in sixth grade I was walking to school on the last day before our winter break. There was a slight coating of ice and snow all around me. Munching on my log pretzel as I walked, I was thinking about Peggy Fleming, a famous figure skater. I had just watched her skating... Continue Reading →

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