Numbering Your Days
Over the years, my quadriplegia has forced me to take one day at a time. ‘This trial’ is so hard that this morning’s grace is not enough by midmorning...
Over the years, my quadriplegia has forced me to take one day at a time. ‘This trial’ is so hard that this morning’s grace is not enough by midmorning...
When I’m at my art easel, secondhand information won’t do. If I’m working on a painting of daisies, I must have a vase of fresh daisies to study. There’s no...
When my friend Gloria learned that her little girl’s diagnosis meant a premature death, she vacillated between depression and outbursts of anger against God...
Caring for me is something that my husband, Ken, gladly signed up to do when we married in 1982. We took our vows, for better or for worse, in sickness...
The Bible says, “With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.” Now we’ve all heard the old adage that God...
Some of my friends tell me I’m too hard on myself. They say I berate myself too much. But I know the truth. I know when I’m vying for attention...
Growing up around horses, I knew a thing or two about their traits and athletic abilities. You can catch a glimpse of that in a watercolor painting...
As a quadriplegic, every bit of physical ability means the world. Like, even with weak shoulder muscles, I’ve been able to feed myself ever since I was in...
When I am in pain, I take the advice of others who’ve survived it. Like Amy Carmichael, the missionary to India who rescued kids from temple prostitution...
I’m no prophet, but I’m intrigued by Peter’s words in Acts, “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and...