Faith Footprints
I was thinking the other day about what kind of faith footprints am I leaving behind? Not my shoe size (though that’s been the same since 9th grade), but the kind that make an eternal difference. We spend so much time tracking steps on our fitness watches, trying to hit that 10,000 mark like our…
We’ve Arrived or Maybe Not!
This blog comes from a conversation yesterday with my dear sis-in-law who brought me up to date on Mom’s health. Seems Mom (now 99 & 8 months old) declines daily, and Karen’s responsibilities increase. As we spoke, Karen wasn’t complaining or dreading another day. She just kept laughing about her caregiving coping abilities in the…
The Older Teaching the Younger has its Rewards
The last several days, my family and I have been at Beavers Bend in Broken Bow, OK. We’ve had plenty to eat–all the cargo I brought with us and the best of all — the trout meal we had last night from our big haul of fish. Beer-batter rainbow trout! One of the great rewards…
I’ve Arrived
I had such a sweet, tender encounter with Jesus when I was eight-years-old at a Christian youth camp. I remember it so well. We were singing “Kumbaya” and “I have decided to follow Jesus” around the campfire. The camp director invited those of us to raise our hand if we wanted a personal relationship with…