125 Shirts in the Closet

This morning I read in Acts 3 about the early Christians taking care of each other.  Not one of their number (and it was over 5000) was in need of anything, because they all shared what they had.  Those who had much liquified some of their holdings in order to help provide for those who had little. It’s not a coincidence that after reading that story I had the idea to take stock of my closet. It’s the BermudaTriangle of my house and desperately needs organizing.  There are nineteen pairs of shoes and 125 shirts and sweaters.  Not including my … Continue reading 125 Shirts in the Closet

God-colored glasses

Today’s blog is a confession.  I have been battling writer’s block.  Carpal tunnel is making my writing jaunts fewer and far between, but I compose blogs in my head all day long!  I read something in the newspaper….or hear something in a sermon….or read something in the Bible…or observe something beautiful and want to share it.  But then when I sit down to write, all words stop.  I think this has a lot to do with the state of my relationship with my God.  You see, I am walking in the desert place.  I have unresolved health issues and am … Continue reading God-colored glasses

Sunshine, Birds, Bunnies, and Violins

Today was one of those days when the sun seemed too bright. The bird songs outside my window were irritating, and I felt a strong inclination to drop kick the bunnies into next week when I discovered — again — that they had resumed setting up housekeeping right underneath the strawberry patch. Piano lessons today were sour, not sweet, as I stumbled and fretted over Amazing Grace. I feel guilty that my husband still has a job and we have a house compared to those who don’t, I want to help the poor but don’t know how, and I’m madder … Continue reading Sunshine, Birds, Bunnies, and Violins

Loving With Actions

It is with great joy that I introduce the newest member of our “family.” Zulma is a beautiful ten year old girl who lives in Guatemala. She has two brothers and two sisters and lives with her mom and her dad. Her dad is an agriculture worker, and her mom stays home to take care of the family. Recently our family took the step of sponsoring a child — Zulma — through World Vision. Those who have been following this blog know of our trouble to have more children and our struggles with should we or shouldn’t we adopt (me … Continue reading Loving With Actions

“Who Did It?”

“Who did it?” Those were my dad’s famous words every time my brother or I got ourselves into a mess.  It was his way of forcing us to fess up and take responsibility for our actions, whether they were intentional or accidents.  I am so grateful for his and for my mom’s leadership in this because it shaped me into the person I am today. Unfortunately, many in our American culture don’t ascribe to the same philosophy.  When bad things happen, it’s somebody else’s fault.  I saw this over and over when I taught in both public and private schools.  … Continue reading “Who Did It?”