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My second son, Lloyd was diagnosed with rheumatic fever and the doctor recommended that we move to a warmer, dryer  climate for the winter.  In November 1951, our family of four children (Goldie, Lloyd, Steve, and Janice) moved to Mesa, Arizona.  One day, Lloyd came home from kidergarten crying his eyes...

Forgive?   I have much more to be forgiven for than to forgive.   The years between 1950 and 1979 are filled with things I did to hurt other people.   It wasn’t deliberate or malicious but that doesn’t excuse the fact that I did hurt people, sometimes severely.   I either didn’t know or...

During the darker days of “The War” (to the “elders” of today’s society that always means “WWII.”) gasoline was stringently rationed. Drivers were issued “A,” “B,” or “C” decals to put onto their windshields and a rationing book filled with coupons that could be redeemed only on a week by week...

PLEASE NOTE:  This true anecdote from my childhood is not meant to disparage any religious denomination.  I am a practicing Christian.  I do believe, however, that since we were made in His likeness, God has a sense of humor and does "chuckle" with love when He see's some of the things...

Hospital Ghosts                   The world outside was shivering in cold while I occupied a spotless white bed inside a warm hospital.  Sometime during the wee small hours of the morning, my pains and aches were getting the better of me.  I decided I might feel as well if not better...

I received a letter today from the gentleman largely responsible for my having revivedThe Billy Blanket Project.  He shared about giving his first blanket and I want to share his story with you.   While our emphasis is on pregnancy and early infant loss, a soft blanket is a nice expression of care for anyone experiencing a traumatic...

I Am His The world marches on oblivious to her sorrow.  She covers her face in her hands and weeps.  Her heart is broken; her dreams lie shattered.  For Ronda all hope is gone unless the Father comes.It’s business as usual in the courts of Heaven. Melodious songs of adoration fill...

You must be more careful, I scold myself through the tears, you almost missed that one. Pieces of the whole will never do; if He’s to put it back together again, He will need it all. Bending low, I wrap trembling fingers around the missing sliver and swath it in an old,...

Lord, I want to be real. If being real means that I am alone, and in that solitude You walk with me, then let me be alone, accompanied for the moment only by You. If being real means that I struggle with the weakness of others, and wonder at my ability...

God whispers to my heart at the strangest times, and in the strangest places. There are other more prestigious eateries in town, but I like Taco House. The food is so-so; it's the memories that keep me coming back. Since I can remember, my family has frequented the simple café, munching...

It was pretty routine, if you don't count the incident with the milk. I'd exchanged small talk with the cashier and sympathized with the sacker over his bundle of defective bags. I'd watched nonchalantly as he sacked my groceries; paid scant attention as he bagged the milk. Then I watched in...