This summer, Garey and I have been teaching Sabria how to do practical things. When Garey and I married—nearly 50 years ago—I didn’t have a lot of practical knowledge. I was raised on a farm, so I knew how to carry water from the creek to water the hogs. I could hang clothes on a clothesline,
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“One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life...” (Psalm 27:4). David wanted one thing, to live in the presence of God.

On the eve of the millennium, as some partied like it’s 1999, others believed the end of the ‘90’s marked a countdown to the end of the world. Y2K was a com

I love the month of June. I think my fondness began when I was a young teacher and my children were small. I enjoyed the long days with my kiddos, knowing we had a few weeks to relax.

My stepmom has Dementia. She is 92 years old and doesn’t know who she is—she calls my stepsister, Lorrie, by her own name, Roberta—and she thinks I’m her granddaughter. She lives with Lorrie and her husband, in a mother-in-law apartment, which adjoins their house. My other siblings and I belie

I’ve always been a big fan of organization—don’t look at my bedroom, though. (I tripped over something in there last night, and I have a big bruise on my knee, and a small knot on the back of my head.) I like things boxed up or stored in plastic bins, and I’m always repositioning things for max

Why doesn’t God do something? That is essentially the question Habakkuk asked. That is like the questions we sometimes look around and ask.


At the start of the ‘90’s, tv news goes tabloid. Sex scandals, gruesome murders, reporters going rogue was all the rage.





















