Why God?

Why? This is the million dollar question. If I could answer this questions, I would be a very rich woman because it is the question we all ask…and rarely get answers. The past two years walking alongside my stepdad, Hershell, as he waited for a liver transplant has led to this question multiple times. Why? Why won’t the doctors give him a transplant? What do…

Year in Review…

I haven’t written much this year because…well, I could give you a litany of excuses, but mainly because I have been emotionally spent. This year I said goodbye to my grandmother and to Michael’s mom (my first mother-in-law). In addition to those losses, my stepdad is battling a rare form of cirrhosis and his health has declined rapidly. We’ve had many ups and downs on…

Learn to Suffer Well

September is Suicide Prevention Month, and yet yesterday in the news I read of another death by suicide. This grieves my heart. In Western culture, we have a low tolerance for pain. We live in a world of instant gratification. We have a headache, and we pop an ibuprofen. Sinus pressure — no worries, there’s a med for that too.  Something happens to our psyche…

Being a Senior…A Time to Dream and a Time to Reminisce.

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven” Ecclesiastes 3:1. A couple of days ago it came…an invitation to subscribe to Reminisce Magazine. For those that aren’t familiar with this magazine, it’s tagline is “Reminisce is a spirited celebration of America’s stories with readers’ own personal memories, cherished traditions, photos and family recipes…Whether recalling their struggles on the home front, the thrill…

Freedom Requires Surrender

Mary curled her baby sister into her chest as she turned her into the well wall, sheltering them from the stones being hurled at them from outside.  She had just watched her parents brutally killed with machetes. “I will never forget the fear I felt as one of my captors slid down a rope into the well with us. It was then that reality was…

What Moving Taught Me

As I packed up my home of 17 to years to relocate, I realized just how much stuff I had accumulated over the years. I knew I had some clutter, but I wasn’t a pack rat — was I? In psychology, we talk about the Johari Window. The window allows us to recognize that we all have blindspots. Sometimes others see what we fail to…