My mother once said that her parents raised two families of three children each, because there was a gap between children numbers 3 and 4. If that’s true, then my parents raised three families of one child each. There is a considerable gap between each of us. We each share similar, yet separate memories of …
It was a hot July day in Kansas, a hotter one in Arkansas. My dad had been working on a doghouse for our dog, Libby. This would be his last act on Earth. You see, my parents were taking care of Libby for us since we had just moved from a three bedroom, single bathroom …
My entire Christian school ate lunch at the same time, and while I never ate with her, I could always see her. I knew she was close. If Dad forgot to pack my chips, I could seek her out, and she would share hers. If I lost a tooth at school or skinned my knee …
On April 17, I was surprised to receive a phone call from one of our librarians. Miss Beth, as we call her, has been the assistant to our head children’s librarian, Heather Everett, since we moved here two years ago. She called to say that Miss Heather had resigned because her cancer had returned. She …
My dad died over ten years ago. It was very sudden; there was no time for a goodbye. The heartache of that loss is with me, in some measure, every day. It sweeps over me when I hear a song he used to like, or see a book he read to me as a child, …
It seems like only yesterday that I sat on my dad’s lap on our patio. The sun eased itself below the horizon in the west and cicadas and tree frogs were timidly beginning their evening serenade. The warm summer breeze gently shook the pines overhead. Something triggered a memory for my dad, I can’t recall …
Seven years ago today, my Dad went home. Not back to Illinois where he was born, or to Conway, Arkansas, where he grew up, but to Heaven, his true home. Recently, while talking to my husband about Dad, I said, “You know, I know someone who has actually seen Jesus’ face!” We both pondered that …
Isaiah 55:8 For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. This verse has been ringing in my ears lately. Over and over, I see its truth as never before. I have a friend in Great Bend, Kansas, named Melissa. We attended church together for a while in Lawrence, Kansas, until she …
Psalm 147:3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. There is nothing more painful than losing a part of our church family. Over the last year, we’ve lost over 20 people from our church. I haven’t written about any of it until now, because frankly, I’ve run the gamut emotionally. I’ve felt anger, …
A very special friend of mine, Mrs. Micki Harjo, went home to be with the Lord last Tuesday. I wrote about her HERE. She was a mom of seven, a blogger, an online encourager of women, a ladies Sunday School teacher, a missionary wife to the Navajo Indians, a grandmother, and most of all, she …
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