My storm has passed
Vision returns
Uncontaminated by rage
Against what I cannot change
Lament descends
A comforting quilt
Enfolds my aching body
With sweet solemn sorrow
For what might have been
Now a mere shadow
In this dying day
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About a year ago Read the rest of this entry »
Seminary Land, 1990s. My faculty colleagues and I have been summoned to a meeting with the chair of the seminary board.
Recently we sent him a letter about a decision that will affect all of us. He didn’t appreciate our letter. Read the rest of this entry »
Castle Fraser — Front drive leading to formal entrance under the arch.
Dear Dad,
The 102nd anniversary of your birth came and went last week. For the first time since you died in 2010, it didn’t trigger a downward spiral in me. Read the rest of this entry »
Truth: God didn’t forget or forsake me. Even if no one had stopped by my house after the ice storm, I would still believe that.
An irony: Even though D officially retired recently, Read the rest of this entry »
At The Sky Hook Motel in Mitchell, Oregon, there was part of a Scripture verse in a picture frame on the wall. It brought to mind a memory.
Isaiah 49:16b
“…I have engraved you on the palms of my hands….”
This is one of the more bizarre things that has happened to me. Somewhat like My First Boss. I didn’t see it coming and I could scarcely believe it was happening. Read the rest of this entry »
What’s a Mom to do? I empathize with park authorities who post signs like this!
Spring 1973. Things are heating up. Most days I’m not on the Bible college campus. I come when I need to. Usually for social events or occasional appointments. Now that our son and daughter are older, Read the rest of this entry »
Back to summer 1972 and our trip across the states to the West Coast! We’re in Texas, visiting Diane (Sister #3) and her husband Clay who took the photo above. Diane just appeared from the kitchen with a surprise birthday cake! Our son’s 4th birthday.
Things I love about this photo? The looks on our children’s faces. Diane looks strong, healthy and pregnant. Our two are wearing jump suits (all the rage) made by me. And D is wearing his lovely hair and stylish red moustache. Also in style: wire-rim (not plastic!) eyeglasses.
Here’s our son showing off his first dress shirt and tie–a gift from Diane and Clay. The stethoscope is also a gift from them. Notice the neat arrangement Read the rest of this entry »
Thank you, James DePreist for this poem. It helps me see myself. My comments follow the poem. Read the rest of this entry »
gleaming mists
frost needles–
autumn shivers
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D took this photo about mid-morning on our way to the Painted Hills. We were on Route 26, Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 