Wow. So I had to slog through all sorts of cyber debris just to find this journal again. But here I am. And boy-oh-boy, aren’t YOU glad! Hello? Um, anyone still out there? Hmmm. Well, just in case someone happens by, here’s an update. We’ll start with a news flash: The holidays are over! This […]
Once upon a time, not so long ago–in fact it was yesterday–George came home sniffling with a cold. All through dinner he blew his nose and expressed several times how very tired he felt. Perhaps he’d go to bed early, he said. Oh, and since he’d probably have to blow his nose a lot, and
*cue violins* Today marks one week since I entered this intimate relationship, yet it seems like we’ve been together much longer. How can something outside oneself become part of the very fabric of one’s being in such a short time? Ah, but therein lies the power of microbial persuasion. To tell you the truth, I
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Jacob and I spent Saturday in Dallas at a Friends of Hope Day Camp for brain injury survivors, sponsored by Baylor Rehab. Jacob attended as a camper. I’d agreed to speak and sing. When we arrived I looked at the schedule. They’d given me the last thirty minutes. Public speaking is supposedly one of the
The ACFW conference in Nashville ended Sunday afternoon. I pulled into my driveway around 9:30 PM Monday night, and I still haven’t managed to corral my thoughts into any semblance of coherence. Lots of fun, exciting, great stuff happened there. I promise I’ll introduce you to the awesome people I met and regale you with
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I heard the phone ringing when I came through the front door, so I made a mad dash for the bedroom. The machine and I picked up at the same time. I slapped at the on/off button and said, “Hello?” A chorus of voices sang, “Happy Birthday to you! . . .” Of course! A
We started singing to Jacob before he was born, and we never stopped. By the time he could lisp a few words, he sang along. We soon developed a game. I would sing all but the last word in a line of a song, and he would supply the missing word. “Stand up, stand up
This afternoon, George, Jacob and I attended the funeral of a man named James Lewis. In many ways it was unlike any funeral I’ve ever attended. For one thing, James died forty years ago. A colonel in the Air Force, he failed to return from a mission over Laos during the Vietnam War. He was
” . . . and the doors on the street are shut as the sound of the grinding mill is low, and one will arise at the sound of the bird, and all the daughters of song will sing softly.” Ecclesiastes 12:4 And all the daughters of song will sing softly. That phrase has been
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Four weeks ago today, four bombs exploded in London. Two weeks ago today, four more bombing attempts failed. Today London is on high alert for terrorist activity. According to an online news article I just read, they’ve launched one of the most expensive police campaigns ever. Today. Grace arrived in London about 12 hours ago.
“The distance just dissolves into the love.” Read More »