Time for a New Bible, Perhaps?

My dearest book, my favourite gift from my sister Beverly, is bedraggled and weary. God’s lively Word, encased in tattered cardboard, is coming unhinged.  Like me, some days. In case you’ve ever wondered, the Bible is the backbone behind these weekly columns. God uses it to help keep my Sunny …

Beyond the Swimsuit Issue

We took to the water recently, the Preacher and I. Bodies filled the indoor pool, sporting a colorful array of swimsuits, in varying coverages. We wore boring, conservative styles, befitting our weathered frames. A few decades ago, we looked different. I shrieked the first time I saw the Preacher in …

Plant Your Seeds Well

The Preacher and I have just returned to Hope House after a two week road-trip, sandwiching visits to family and friends between speaking engagements. Things changed in our absence. The forest of maples in our side yard had no foliage when we left. They’ve birthed both leaves and seed-clusters since. …

What Do You Think You Have?

I have phantom fuzz. “You have WHAT?” said the Preacher, when he walked into the bedroom and found me inspecting my left foot. “Phantom fuzz.” Toe jam. You know. Dead skin, sock fluff, sand, dirt. All mixed up with accumulated skin oils and bacteria.  A piece or collection of pieces …

What About That Dead Robin?

Mothers do many things. Grandmothers, too.  One of the hardest is explaining death to those who have barely begun to live. “Nana, wanna come and see a dead robin?” Benjamin asked. “Sure, I’ll come.” “Wobbin can’t fwy,” said Dinah Jane. “It’s in the GARBAGE!” said Tabatha. Their mother and I …

How Long Did it Take God…?

The Preacher and I are filthy rich in our friends. One of them, for love alone, spent ten long days at Hope House recently, helping us develop our cement block basement. His quiet example of workmanship and generosity made a deep impression on our almost-five-year-old grandson. Benjamin spent several afternoons …

Sunny Side Up–Between Covers

When I opened the burgundy binder, I sensed God was trying to get my attention. I began writing Sunny Side Up in March of 2001. Within two years, requests started arriving. They came by email, card, word, and in person. They said basically the same thing: “Won’t you please put …