As I opened my eyes to a new day, sunshine streamed through the bedroom window, bathing my bed in golden rays of light. Morning had come. Although I’d felt discouraged the day before, I’d gone to bed by lifting the Lord up in praise, remembering that even in the darkness He could overcome. I have to confess that It’s certainly…
AS WE APPROACH Easter and the celebration of the resurrection, we first come to the cross. For before the victory is the pain and suffering. If we are among those who have suffered rejection, we meet there a Savior who knows our pain. For not only did Jesus suffer the pain of an excruciating death on the cross and the…
WHEN I TRY TO PICTURE my husband entering Heaven, I imagine him surrounded by lots of family members and friends who’ve gone before as they greet him and welcome him to his new home. Occasionally, I also wonder if among the crowd there might be a rambunctious Akita, a fluffy, tail wagging Peek-a-poo, a white cat with the shape of…
THE FLOWERS SENT by my publisher after the death of my husband were beautiful. The red and white roses, settled amidst the drama of orchids and the soft gracefulness of blue hydrangeas blended together in a stunning Christmas arrangement that lifted my spirits in the sad days following my husband’s death. Now the flowers were dying. As I gathered the…