Just God Can

Feeling worn, at the end of August, after a busy month. Anyone? I not only feel physically worn, but also emotionally thin. Life is hectic, with just the stuff of life, but then there are the relationships, and the myriad of strings and pulls and pushes and cuts at...

Crying in the Closet?

How can feeling inadequate be a blessing? Feeling inadequate reminds us that we are, in fact, incapable to live life on our own, and to trust God in everything. We aren’t created to be in charge; God is the one in charge. We aren’t created to hold the...

Some Answers to Life’s Problems

I pray for her, for him, for them. I beg God, plead for mercy for them, for their hearts to be open to truth and for them to know and experience the joy of knowing the Savior, the one who heals and helps and restores and redeems, the Best Friend, the One who Loves...

What Our Daughters {and we} Need to Know…

Dear Daughters of Eve: You aren’t defined by the fashion magazines’ ideas of beauty. You aren’t defined by the clothes you wear. You aren’t defined by the color of your hair, eyes, or skin. You aren’t defined by the number on the scale. You aren’t defined by the...

Truth out of the Tomb

When God gave me words, pen and paper, and now computer screen, he gave me back some fragments of sanity… where would I be without words? For years I have poured out words… since I was 10, I have been spilling words on paper. Words have helped me make...

Empty Vases

Our lives are a thin vein scratch from death, a vapor, a wind, a flower that fades. I’ve never had anyone very close to me die yet; however, as I’ve gotten older, death is that much closer. I know the day is coming, as the stories of death  hit closer to...

Broken Dishes, #930-935

We paint the backdrop black– stark, plain and dark. It is what they want. My daughter and I, we are painting the backdrop for the set of an upcoming play. They want the black paint to cover up the previous colored canvas– cover it completely, so that no...

Words From a Russian Gulag, and #892-901

Swimming pools are closed, boats are docked, school starts and summer comes to grinding halt… the American holiday of Labor Day is a turning point. I don’t let summer go so easily; I hold on as if something precious is slipping away. The end of summer...

A Plan — of Sorts

Sometimes, I get a hankering to change furniture around. It seems that most every year, I rearrange the furniture in the “school room” (the former dining room).   I usually think I can’t come up with a new configuration– I mean, there are only...