I grew up in a household with a mercurial, creative, option-loving parent. He meant well, but his word simply wasn’t good–at least in the plans he made for us. (His word was a bond in business and he paid dearly for his loyal ethics). That meant for me, things often felt out of control. I didn’t know what would happen…
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The Unceasing Hunt for Order
I’m seeking order, as usual. My colleague Wendy Lawton and I share a major belief. We both think if we can find an orderly system of management, our life will become simpler, more controllable and efficient. I’m not sure why Wendy is so convinced, but my past as a military wife bears some responsibility for my dream. Thirteen times we…
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The Theology of a Rumpled Bed
While praying over the issues in friends’ lives recently, I found myself wishing I could take their lives, fling them out like bedsheets and smooth them out again as when making a bed. Silly, of course, so I settled down and prayed for the peace that passes all understanding and that the Lord would make their way clear. But I…
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Humility in the Face of Their Courage
Writing my “The Dogtrot Christmas” novella for A Log Cabin Christmas Collection, caused me to revisit my family history, Pioneer Stock, and remember the difficulties my ancestors faced as they carved out a life in hostile territory. I’m still awed at their courage and embarrassed by my comparative cowardice. I stand on the heroic shoulders of moral and courageous giants, and I…
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Traveler's Tales: The European Family Connection
My mother’s Sicilian cousin died last Thursday, five days before the big celebration of his 90th birthday. When my cousin wrote to tell of the news he sadly noted, “this is the end of a connection to the past. Nino waved goodbye as our family left for America,” in 1931. That’s his grandson in the photo; Nino came to marriage,…
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Traveler’s Tales: The European Family Connection
My mother’s Sicilian cousin died last Thursday, five days before the big celebration of his 90th birthday. When my cousin wrote to tell of the news he sadly noted, “this is the end of a connection to the past. Nino waved goodbye as our family left for America,” in 1931. That’s his grandson in the photo; Nino came to marriage,…
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