“No words can aptly describe your heart being torn apart. The pain, the sobbing, the gasping for air. Grieving the loss of something never to be regained. Lost dreams. Lost confidence. And a lost me —drowning in the deluge of betrayal, anguish, and woundedness without a seeming breath of hope.” (personal journal entry 2021) Perpetual sadness and the lure of bitterness hold their …
“MARK! WATCH OUT!” My husband jerked the steering wheel but still grazed the parked motorcycle with our car. It was the second minor driving accident in two days. Being the calm, soothing wife that I am, I asked, “What’s WRONG with you? You are driving like a mad man. Can’t you SEE????” His negative answer surprised me. “Not …
It was a glorious book cover. Nothing like the paper ones of purple ink and purposive advertising provided by Crosbyton Elementary. Mine was of yellow muslin, heavy enough to take a beating, yet delicate enough to take a stitch. Like a personalized badge of honor, my mother made it for a small girl who resolved not to learn …
It was one of those thought-provoking dreams. On a road stood a simple, covered tunnel. A pin-point of light beckoned me from the far end of the passageway. I realized that in order to experience the light-filled scenery on the other side, I had to go through this channel. Yet, I stood on the outside deliberating. Something about …
At first glance, it looked like He was on His way to a wedding. It was a family affair, with His mother busily helping prepare. It would take almost three days for Him to walk there since it was about 70 miles or so (John 1:28, 43; 2:1). Why He resolved to go to the wedding, I don’t know. Maybe …
My child, You seem to expect my walks with You to be like a picnic in the woods. From the minute you hear Me call, “Come follow”, you energetically begin the prattle about the destination and the buzz about the basket. You have dreams of rolling apple-green meadows and envision stream-side knolls where I am to unfold a patchwork …
“MARK! WATCH OUT!” My husband jerked the steering wheel but still grazed the parked motorcycle with our car. It was the second minor driving accident in two days. Being the calm, soothing wife that I am, I asked, “What is WRONG with you? Just because everyone else here in Asia seems to drive like a mad …
