Seasons of disappointment challenge us to understand God's idea of "good," if we’ll but listen. For it so easy to praise God when times are good… but far more difficult when times are bad.
Not long ago, a distraught family member wrote a letter asking if I would please speak with a young man named Tommy who had just broken his neck body surfing. As I stared at the letter, I wept and shook my head, wondering what to say...
Recently, a wonderful friend came to care for me when my husband, Ken, went on a fishing trip. Like anyone who has taken Ken’s place as my caregiver...
When I served on the National Council on Disability in the ‘80s, all 15 bi-partisan council members responded vehemently against a report...
I challenged myself to convey a lively welcome through what could have been a stagnant still life painting of a wreath on a door. I did not merely stop...
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...
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...
Every day begins with a choice. Will I choose a bright outlook or a gloomy one, a contented spirit or a miserable one, a pursuit of God or a pursuit...
Just this morning my friend called to let me know that his grandson, a young man back in Florida, hung himself last night. So tragic. And it seems to be...
“The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.” Proverbs 18:10 People think I’m a strong person but I’m not...
