Who Are We to Complain?

Who Are We to Complain?

It’s easy to complain and grumble and think we’ve got it rough. And then we meet someone who stops us short in our griping. I met one of these someones this past week for coffee, and I now I keep asking myself, “Who am I to complain?” I met Hawa briefly about a year...
Why Dads Deserve Our Thanks

Why Dads Deserve Our Thanks

Dads deserve our thanks. If I could, I’d pick up my phone and call Dad right now. “Hey, Dad, do you remember feeding us as babies on the living room sofa? Which of us three kids kept you on your toes the most? Do you remember the time you . . .?” On and on I’d pepper...
Circle the Wagons!

Circle the Wagons!

Do you remember those old Western TV flicks where the bad guys are wildly closing in on the pioneers in their covered wagons? Billows of gritty dust. Horses galloping at full throttle. Bullets and arrows zipping all around. Maybe, if you’re like me, you feel like this...
Just Be Held

Just Be Held

Driving out of the hospital parking lot this week, the song “Just Be Held” came on the radio. This song by Casting Crowns always makes me a bit misty because I think of a couple of friends in a blazing firestorm with cancer and the insidious aftereffects of their...
Love Always . . . Letters from Our Moms

Love Always . . . Letters from Our Moms

Letters from Mom are often simply priceless. Now days we’d add emails, posts, texts, and YouTube videos. Beyoncé’s mother wrote this note to her four daughters for Mother’s Day 2015, “I remember slumber parties after my divorce, when we watched old movies and ate a...