My mother, sister, and I moved from Maryland to Florida when I was six years old. My one lasting memory of the trip was when we stopped at a motel across from the ocean. My mother readied us to swim (wade). Then, nearly dark, my sister and I watched as my mother went swimming. I remember los…
For the July 4th weekend we had a house full of family and several holiday celebrations that included, sometimes together, all my kids, their hubbies, and all grandkids and even our family matriarch and patriarch. I am enjoying the quiet now, but put together, God gave me an extraordinary fa…
At first, Psalm 22 seems a little odd for twenty-first century followers of Christ with its emphasis on the king. But give it an honest try and see for yourself the realities for us in this forgotten, sleepy song. Here it is:
My grandchildren have different ways to express their love for me. One enjoys my presence quietly and literally just stands beside me waiting for my attention. Another is sporadic, but may suddenly be beside me with an arm around my shoulder. More serious, one will suddenly put their arm aro…
I write this column each week under the premise “God is [has been] at work” in me in some particular way He wants me to share with you since we last talked (Philippians 2:13). This week, I had a sad and poignant but glorious experience with God that is perfectly timed to share from our Psalm…
Tom, my brother-in-law, and George, my friend, came for dinner. They are heart transplant recipients. I bet you didn’t have two heart transplant recipients for dinner at your house Friday night.
My mind will not allow me to erase the image of the radiant faces of my oldest daughter and her fourteen year old daughter during their performance of “Hello Dolly” two weekends ago. To them, dancing and singing were already sheer delight and only enhanced by the joy of doing it together. Yo…
I will never forget sitting across the table from Mark and Carolyn as she, speaking for them and he acknowledging her precise words, spoke of the loss of their son, and said, “Our grief does not define us; it refines us.” Would you be able to say that?
My younger grandchildren love to sing songs to me. They may be serious songs, but they are never dirges or like elevator music (I hate elevator music that sanitizes songs).They like silly songs. Can you hear them giggling?
Once, a friend was hiking nearby and she lost her way. Night came upon her and her companions, and all they could do was stop and wait for daylight and their rescuers. This is so like our hike through an enchanted forest called the Psalms this year. We have been enjoying the highlights as we…
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It’s more than just an illustration Scripture uses to teach us about God’s love for us and devotion to us. Follower and bride of Christ—young or wishin’, single or married: How is your marriage with Christ coming along?
Innocence flourished at our place when our girls were little and they picked flowers to give to their mother. Their simple hearts gathered and gave with joy. Of course, the flowers (or weeds…) adorned our home in equally simple vases (or glasses), or as center pieces and table runners on our…
Mark called last week. He is the director of a group which provides one-on-one mentors for inmates. We meet twice a month with interested men. Another of its ministries is to sponsor seminary training for inmates in prison. Mark called to ask if I could teach a class that started today becau…
Cheryl and I just came back from a week of vacation. Whew! Sixteen hundred miles of family and fun. The piled-high laundry, wear on the car, or toll roads can’t take away the joy.
With me, do you marvel how God is at work in us, arranging countless details—ordering the Milky Way Galaxy—to reach us or touch us or use us (Philippians 2:13)? I sensed this when I came across a comparison while preparing to deliver a message last Sunday about wisdom from James 3:13-18? It …
I was deeply impressed by this story almost four decades ago and have never forgotten it. It came to me out of the blue again last Sunday and I could hardly speak. I can see him and hear him as though it were yesterday.
I have two Godly, wonderful daughters and seven indescribably amazing grandkids (with fathers that are pretty terrific, too). One family lives nearby and the other resides in the flat lands of south Georgia. At one point last week, the whole gang was at my small house. We had thirteen for di…
When I walked one morning last week the rising sun was sandwiched between two layers of dark clouds. Only a few feet above the horizon, it was blinding even through thick sun glasses. Behind me at the walking track was a normally sleepy mountain range. It frames our valley on one side and be…