Trusting the one above doesn’t come easy because we want what we want, but in the end, God also sees and knows what lies up ahead before we can see our way forward.

Life is short and each day a gift because the thread between this life and the next is easily cut. So, I'll take the dust and undone. I know it will one day be done.

Well into our 50’s, managing a farm is still a great deal to consider, let alone renovating a house, erecting a barn and fencing the property.

I can treasure Mom for who she is now. In the end, we were fortunate, she chose wisely.

It is time for us to emerge from our hiding with all the life that surrounds us. Walk out into the sunshine, drink it in and be grateful for each new day.

As the wind and rain begin to howl outside, my heart is happy and content waiting for another repeat of the name Nana.

One day, the house will be done and the streets safer, but I do not doubt I will fill my worry-gap with something new.

The one thing I am confident about is my purpose remains ahead of me, and my sufficiency is not in my own strength.

First, quit asking what you could have done differently to love more fully. We cannot fully know or possess our spouse in hopes of preventing the divide.

all I can hope is he knows my heart…[is] being slowly transformed into Christ’s image.

In our case, we experienced an empty-nest surge that brought us together and we survived that dry space of disconnection.

“I know a freelance editor, Denise, who might look at it for you,” Angela blurts out after I tell her I have been writing down my mother’s life every time we find a few minutes to share.

The phone buzzes. My receptionist emails to tell me my two late afternoon clients rescheduled for next week. My two-hour window expands to the rest of the day.