The Singing Seraphim

By | September 3rd, 2012|Categories: Inspiration|

“Humph!” I thought grumpily. “I bet you’ll be glad when you have a knee replacement and get out of that chair!” Then I went outside into the sunny parking lot, where I heard a loud, clear, and joyful voice singing. It flowed from the senior woman as she quickly moved her feet like pedals and scuttled her wheelchair across the parking lot toward her vehicle.

The Pursuit of J.O.Y

By | August 27th, 2012|Categories: Uncategorized|

Like fire and gasoline, Ken’s negativity and my optimism can be a volatile mix. Yet, we have been married for more than a quarter of a century. The occasional eruptions and some long periods of unrest we have withstood are offset by the joy we share.

God’s Symphony in My Backyard

By | August 20th, 2012|Categories: Hope, Inspiration|

Music is for worshiping God. As the psalmist proclaims, “For this I will extol you, O Lord, among the nations, and sing praises to your name” (Ps 18:49). But such praise is not only reserved for humankind. All creation sings to God. “Wild animals and all cattle, creeping things and flying birds! . . . Let everything that breathes praise the Lord!” (Ps 148:10, 150:6).

Just Like Me

By | August 13th, 2012|Categories: Parenting|

Right or wrong, Nathan was watching me. Right or wrong, he was imitating my behavior. And it seemed that I was doing a whole lot more wrong than right.

Yard Sale Witness

By | August 6th, 2012|Categories: Uncategorized|

Yep, I am the queen of yard sales, shedding things as we move, tossing out the old getting ready for the new. I am also one who likes to share the love of God. And a really good day is when I can share the love of God at a yard sale, where people are looking for bargains, but find something that money cannot buy: God’s love.

The Difference One Life Can Make

By | July 30th, 2012|Categories: Famous Lutherans, Interesting History, Uncategorized|

Raoul Wallenberg was an ordinary man who did extraordinary things, risking his own life to save others only to then die in a Russian prison just after the war ended. How did he do what he did?