In a Town Just Right

It’s been over a year, but “Where have you moved to?” people still ask. Next door to the country, say I. To a place God had waiting. In a town meant for living and loving it, not commerce. The bottom of our large backyard sits less than two hundred steps …

What Sign is at Your Gate?

Two dogs rambled with me on my morning walk today. Happy to be free, they romped alongside, sniffing every blessed thing—including large cats and small poles. The biggest, a young black lab, took one step for every four springy ones of his smaller companion—a curly-haired, oatmeal-colored reincarnated rubber ball, I …

Here Comes the Son

We didn’t talk much on our long road trip last autumn, the Preacher and I. Just getting to the West Coast from our prairie home occupied us. A bittersweet task loomed at our final destination: helping my beloved elderly parents leave home. At their gracious house, my siblings and I …

Just Show the Card

I don’t know anyone with a personality like Cassie—or that’s what I’ll call her here.  She’s honest as a daisy, winsome, direct—and highly persuasive. Cass could convince a rock musician to take up the harp, I think.  My friend has developed a unique skill, for a woman—renovating her house. Out …

Follow God One Yes at a Time

I have a dangerous habit—late-night, in-bed reading. Some nights I’ve opened a book as one sort of person, and when I’ve gotten up the next morning, I’m an entirely different one. Why? Because God has used someone else’s words to convince me I’m not who I thought I was. Last …

The Day the Pot Arrived

God can run his own PR campaigns, but this time he piggybacked on someone else’s.  I rarely catch colds, but every so often they catch me. My sniffles started during the night, followed by a series of tickles that constricted my throat and sent me dashing for water. The next …

Great Gobs of Molasses!

The biscotti recipe called for a quarter cup of molasses. Pouring it, thick and black, into the mixing bowl, I marveled that I had enough energy and motivation to make those cookies. My nutritionist friend Glenda was right, I guessed. Her advice had helped. I’d been healthy and happy all …

Unquenchable Love

To celebrate our 31st anniversary the Preacher handed me a card with an ape holding a bouquet of flowers on the front.  The message read, “To my Darling Wife—I got you a card that’s just like me.” But the card seemed glued shut. I tried several times to open it. …