I’m overcome by boxes, chaos, attempts at organization, and last minute decisions. The packers and loaders arrive in five days to crate all of our earthly possessions and move them from north to south. We live north of some parts …
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Twenty-eight years ago in December 1989, I gave birth to our fifth-born child. The temperature plunged to negative twenty, our pipes froze, we found a living python that had been left by a previous tenant of our basement apartment, the …
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Christmas is the season of recalling Emmanuel, God in human flesh, come as a newborn baby to grow into a man who would offer the perfect sacrifice of himself to redeem us from our sins. It’s a sacred season, a …
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To engage with this post on Seriously Write, click HERE: We all have them. Wild times. There are times when our worlds come crashing down around us, when everything falls apart and calamities multiply. Beloved family members need care, someone …
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We’re smack dab in the middle of a cross-country relocation at this most wonderful time of the year. Every moment is sacred. This is the last time we’ll do this or that family tradition in this place with these people. …
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For a woman who loves everything tidy, harmonious, and tied up neatly with a bow, this season of sorting, packing, and cross-country relocation during the holiday season is teaching me enormous faith lessons about trusting God, even in the overwhelm. …
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My husband and I will be relocating soon. God has provided an essential promotion at just the right time in answer to our fervent prayers. Right now, at this time, the Lord has done it. God cares for us. Yet …
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This post appears today on Seriously Write. To interact there, click HERE. When I attended my first writers’ conference, I learned that authors who wanted to publish were expected to have a blog. That trend had begun years earlier with …
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I’ve been greatly discouraged. It’s been a dark time. I’m a recovering idealist. Real life has been a shocker, especially of late. I’m of hopeful temperament, an optimist, one who expects that everything can and will work out, that all …
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When you look at me, you see a white lady. I have Native American, Black Dutch, and African genes in my body, but for over one hundred years, my family has blended in and intermarried as equals. My fair skin …
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