He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
A few admissions -- I buy Target jeans and shoes - knowing full well I will return them the following week. Why? There is a twinge of pleasure in the purchase. There's even some satisfaction in the refund - as if I have somehow made money. I am a manic jogger not for health benefits... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting on the edge of the examination table, waiting for the doctor's knock, trying in vain to spread out the paper cover-up now giving way to a generous rip, sweat induced I'm pretty sure. Today I will find out test results. I try to picture Jesus sitting on the adjacent stool, but that visualization... Continue Reading →
"Hold this bar and step out onto the platform" the skydiving coach yells his instructions over the scream of the plane's engines and the whipping wind. I am basically brain-dead - terror and adrenaline in full control. Other parachuters stare at me also mute with terror, including my friend, Gina. I know what she's thinking. ... Continue Reading →
Sally and I take our doggies to Resurrection Nursing Home every Friday. The other day one resident kissed Dustin, Sally's black lab mix, full on the lips, exclaiming, "This is better than pills!" When I used to go to the nursing home by myself to pay a visit to my friend, Rita, confined to her... Continue Reading →
It seems there's now a Hallmark section devoted to women and wine. You've seen them. A Donna Reed type in pearls or a mom with a stroller -- either covertly drinking or clutching an urn like wine glass. I was recently given a pair of socks with the caption, "If you can read this, bring... Continue Reading →
I used to teach first grade Sunday school with an elderly man named Mr. Chang who really should have been assigned to a room with his contemporaries. He was gruff, gray, and used a cane. He viewed crayons, stickers, and glitter pens as superfluous. And when he gave his mini-lessons, there was nothing mini about... Continue Reading →
I've been in a forced-still state going on 4 weeks. Nothing serious. Just the result of being a certain age and having a certain something removed. My major adventures have been washing my hair and looking out windows a la Jimmy Stewart. I don't do Still well. I am a type A control freak with... Continue Reading →
Shadows and Shelters 