For the record… I am not ashamed of my body. I am modest, not ashamed. Because of modesty, I wear shirts and sweaters that don’t show cleavage and aren’t tight. My shorts are not very short. I don’t wear tight pants or short, short skirts. I wear one-piece bathing suits. I don’t wear tight leggings…
A sweet friend calls every August 13 and asks, “Any fun Andrew stories you want to share.” We talk about him, our husbands , grandkids, and adult offspring. It’s a wonderful chat. Yes, I miss him. Yes, I still have days when it hurts to not be able to pick up the phone and call…
Vegetarian does not just mean “take away the meat.” It seems the cook at the Assisted Living did not understand this…or didn’t care. A sweet woman named Bobbie lives at the same Assisted Living my mom lives. They are great friends. They work puzzles and attend church together. They eat together. They can be seen…
A man named John lives at the Assisted Living where my mom lives. He has dementia. I’d been told he is moving soon to a smaller group home. The AL says John has started to “wander” a bit, and they were saying he has to go to memory care. I’m not sure that what he’s doing is wandering, neither is his family.
Yesterday John was on the sidewalk again. Here is how I helped to gently coax him back inside.
Second book I started this week. This one is written by my friend Terry Squires. Ninety short devotionals, written in first person. They will cause you to pause and consider the God we serve. If you are looking for a new book to read through the summer, this is it. You will be encouraged. I…
I joined a new Launch Team. I am working through an eight week study of Luke written by Erica Wiggenhorn. I’ll be posting about the study in the next few weeks. You can preorder the book at your local bookstore. Just ask them for Unexplainable Jesus. It’s due out later this month.
Just for the record… I believe sex should never be used as a weapon or negotiating tool. Never. Not by men. Not by women. Not by forcing it. Not by withholding it. I believe sex is a beautiful gift to be enjoyed by a husband and his wife. I believe giving and receiving pleasure to…
We are studying Romans chapters 6-8. This is a coed group of adults. All over age 45. You might not know that by last night’s discussion. Normally we have great discussions. Everyone does their homework and we all participate in discussion. Ron Duncan is a great leader: he asks open-ended questions, uses the leaders guide,…
Dementia With Grace, by Vicky Noland Fitch This short (I read it in a day) and helpful book is a must read for caregivers of dementia patients. Whether you are a professional or family caregiver you will find tips on dealing with aspects of the disease and how to make life better for yourself and…
Mid-October 1987 Ron told me I was pregnant. I was sure he was wrong. So sure that I refused to take time to go get tested. (No, I hadn’t learned true submission yet. Plus I had accounting tests to study for. And I was late for work.) Ron was so sure I was pregnant that…
I wrote this to a friend earlier today. He was my son’s friend. He is now my friend. And he’s grieving the loss of yet another friend. I thought I’d share it with you. Are you grateful for the grief and trials in your life? If so, why? Please share in the comments.
A year or so ago I went to visit a friend who had just lost her son. I felt like I was to share two things with her. One was private, just for her ears. The other was “We all grieve differently. You can grieve any way you want so long as you don’t sin.”…
A few months after The Accident that took my twenty-year-old son’s life, I had a series of dreams. In the first one Andrew was dancing before the Throne. (He was a professional dancer when he died.) There was a bright spotlight on him. My view was a closeup of him dancing though I could tell…
“Patrick revealed, among other things, that he believed the gospel he preached. He believed that in Christ there is neither Jew nor Greek, male nor female, Roman nor barbarian. He believed that God can utterly transform a human heart. He believed that he could rely entirely on God’s mercy, rather than being compelled to paper…
In summer of 2011 I cared for Ron’s mom in her last weeks. While I was away from home, one of my boys mowed the yard. He didn’t know that Indian Paintbrushes look dead long before their seeds are ready. We had one large patch of these bright wildflowers. To him they looked dead so…
