Sometimes I struggle with prayer. I attempt to pray for our nation—against the corruption, lies, open borders, sexual sins. But after a few minutes, I find I can’t pray any longer because the burden becomes so hard to bear, so arduous. “Lord, our country has gone so wrong, so quickly.” And what good does my …
The years whizz by at the speed of light, it seems. I can remember bringing in the new year way back in 1960 when doo wop and poodle shirts ruled. Well over twenty years ago, my mother died on January 1. Time doesn’t march on. It sprints, and I can barely keep up. I got …
When my kids were young, my husband was in the army. When my daughter Kelly was about seven, we were stationed at Ft. Lewis, Washington. The area is surrounded by towering lush Douglas fir, sparkling lakes and streams, and blackberry bushes. Blackberry plants have sharp thorns, and it’s easy to get scratched. One day, my …
We’ve all heard the half empty, half full discussion. I’ll be honest. I have to force myself to perceive the glass as half full much of the time. My normal inclination is to see the dreary side of things. I guess that’s my old melancholy nature I inherited. But I’ve received an inheritance much more …
