Joni’s Heart on Grief
When I dove into shallow water—bang! Suddenly, my life as I knew it was gone. I broke my neck and lost the ability to use my hands or legs...
31
Aug
19
Aug
The Rock That Never Moves: Our Unshakable Hope in Christ
When Ken and I turn off the freeway and drive toward home down Topanga Canyon Boulevard, the traffic always slows a bit near Stony Point, an outcropping...
26
Jul
Did The Americans With Disabilities Act Really Guarantee Change?
When I was a member of the National Council on Disability in the late 1980s, our group helped draft what became the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA)...
8
Jul
Crab to the Rescue: God’s Hand in Joni’s Life and Accident
I can only see a tiny fraction of what God is doing in my life, and sometimes that little fraction doesn’t make sense at all! It’s the way I felt on July...
1
Jul
Jareth’s Wheelchair Showcases the Love of Jesus
Recently, during one of Ken Tada's fishing trips in Honduras, he met the father of an eight-year-old boy with special needs named Jareth. Laboring day...
21
Jun
Joni’s Personal Father’s Day Reflection
It’s been many years since Daddy passed away, but I miss him still. John King Eareckson always seemed so strong and capable to me...
11
Jun
The Fruitful Life Found in Abiding in Jesus
There’s nothing like picking berries ripened on the vine. I remember the long, generous days of June as a child. My sisters and I would soak...
20
May
Butterflies of Faith: Breaking Free Through a Glass Darkly
I spend a lot of time in my wheelchair thinking about God. Really thinking. But as much thought as I put into reading God’s Word or studying Bible doctrines...
5
Apr
An Easter Story
Ever wonder what happened during those three days Jesus was in the grave? First, here’s the back story: when Jesus said, “It is finished” on the cross, He dropped His head, gave up His spirit, and…
2
Apr
Celebrating Resurrection Power
Come with me through the dawning mist as we hurry to catch up with Mary Magdalene. She is only a few steps ahead on the garden path, weeping and overcome with sorrow. The tomb comes into view and Mary, disbelieving, rubs her wet eyes…