I came to see pink as a way that people who felt helpless to say the right thing could say, I care and support you without tripping over their words. I saw pink as a color of hope. I’m pulling for you. Hooray, you’ve made it one more day! It said I may not know you but hang in there, you’re not alone. It also said someone I love lost the fight, but I loved her and I wear pink to heal and to celebrate her life and the spirit with which she faced the fight of her life. Continue reading
I’m sure my neighbors wonder what Kyle and I have been doing up with the kitchen light on at 3 am every night. And why I’ve been seen cradling my coffee maker and purring when I’m not cradling… Continue reading
Something made me think about hiking as I wrote the newsletter. During my years in California, I loved getting away to the mountains, especially in the fall. I’m in the Midwest now, so heading up to the mountains on a Sunday after church is out of the question. Instead, I enjoy walking through a stand of timber when the trees are at the height of their fall color and the sun is shining through them. I love the way it colors my world… Continue reading
She disappeared into a little room off the kitchen and returned with a plastic shopping bag stretched tight under the weight of a payload that was nearly falling out. She extended her hand and offered me the bag. One of the biggest zucchini I had ever seen swung heavily between us. I looked into her eyes and knew I had but one choice…
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Trust me, you’ll never look at those plastic shopping bags of zucchini accumulating in the church foyer the same way again. And if you’re the one with the excess zucchini, give your friends and neighbors a copy of this recipe. I guarantee they’ll stop running every time they see you approaching with those overloaded plastic shopping bags!
May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us;
establish the work of our hands for us–yes, establish the work of our hands.
~ Psalm 90:17 ~
I often pray for God’s favor to rest upon me.
I know His favor never leaves me. There are times, though, when God covers me with a special kind of favor that I can actually see and touch and feel.
I received a concussion during a car accident in May. The doctor reassured me that with plenty of rest I would likely recover. Meanwhile, I trudged around in a fog, people seemed a million miles away and everything exhausted me. The long list of summer projects I’d compiled would have to wait. To get better, I had to rest.
Here’s what I do to relax: reading, writing, listening to music, working in the garden and talking with friends.
After the accident, here’s what taxed me to the point of tears: reading, writing, listening to music, working in the garden and talking with friends. It was awful. Recovery meant spending most of my time alone, sitting or lying still.
