Some years ago, I wanted to explore the broken relationship between my grandmother and my mother. I understood in part, but not the whole. I think people sometimes become more stubborn about their wants as they grow older, and my grandmother had definite expectations in where, with whom and how she would spend her latter …
Rick took several fishing trips to Alaska with friends and customers. Sometimes they would fly to an inland lake and be dropped off for a week with a guide who knew how to survive in the wilds. They went well armed in case a hungry grizzly showed up. Thankfully, the bears kept their distance. Sometimes …
My heart aches for women facing crisis pregnancies, but in the early days, there was no question whether a pregnant woman was carrying a human being or not. Everyone knew she carried a child. And every woman who plans a pregnancy knows the moment she has confirmation of conception that she is carrying a precious …
Rick and I have lived in several homes in Sonoma County. Our first was in Sebastopol. Rick had come north to start Rivers Aviation Services and was looking for a home, while I stayed in Valencia until our three children finished the school year. There were NO rentals available, not until the very last minute, …
Rick and I have been through some hard times lately. Parkinson’s is a merciless disease and continues to march on. Contracting Aseptic Meningitis in 2019 only exacerbated his challenges. Living with pain isn’t for the faint-hearted. He never complains, though he mentions how much he misses his car and the independence that came with having …
Encounters with God can be for different reasons. In another recent blog, I wrote about a warning. This time I would like to share about confirmation. When I first became a Christian, and by this, I mean asking God to be Savior and Lord of my life, I had many faith questions. (I still do.) …
Our pastor, Jim Swaney, is teaching a series on the Holy Spirit. After one sermon, our worship leader gave a spontaneous testimony of how God had been “speaking” to him for years, even before (in his forties) he gave his life to Christ. Some of us are slow to listen, including me. I was in …
Ah, February—the month of Valentine’s Day. When I was a child, my classmates and I taped up empty lunch bags in the classroom, hoping they would fill up with cards, and maybe a special one from a secret crush. It was a day of excruciating anticipation, ending sometimes in delight or crushing disappointment. I remember …
