It was our 20th anniversary. Ed and I were about to take a romantic sunset sail around the beautiful Philippine island of Boracay, just four miles long and one mile wide. Two guys would sail the large double outrigger canoe, and we would sit back and enjoy the view. Or so we thought. Sailing around…
His Power and Glory Resting on Me
For the first time I can remember in a devotional time, I sat completely stunned. I covered my eyes as though a literal brightness had blinded me. After a difficult turn of events in our family, that morning I had turned to 2 Corinthians 12:9-10: 9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient…
His Show is On All the Time
My son gestured to the view from our back porch. “That’s your TV,” he said to me. He’s right. God’s amazing show is always running and always worth watching. I love to look out early to see Venus shining brilliantly in the dark morning sky. The outrageous oranges, pinks and golds of sunrise make me…
It’s the Little Things That Make You Blue
It's the Little Things for Ed It’s the little things that just won’t wait. It’s the little things that make us late. It’s the little things that I must do, It’s the little things that make you blue. I’ll dye my roots; I’ll bake some bread. I must put clean sheets on the bed. This…
With Love and Respect for All
With the sorrow, pain, and racial tensions we have been feeling in the U.S. these days, I am remembering a time when I experienced some of the most intense feelings I have ever had. My husband Ed and I, both white Americans, were with a group of other people from our organization, from Ghana, the…
Fortune Cookies, A Conference, and A Romance
“Will it ever be my turn?” I wondered as my plane winged its way to Washington, D.C. that July. Would I ever marry? Most of my friends had married by then. I longed for someone to lavish my love on, but had never met that someone who was just right for me. The five-day planning…
I Really Don’t Want to Miss What He Has to Say
I love to read. As a girl, immersed in a book, I would ignore my mother’s voice calling me to set the table for supper. This would usually get me into trouble. Interesting how I sometimes ignore my Father’s voice when I am reading a good book now. His call is a whisper to my…
When God Put His Finger on My Disrespect
My marriage has had its ups and downs, like any. But God has had His finger on one area for a while now: RESPECT. Where women crave love, men crave respect. God designed us that way. To make the deal sweeter, He commanded spouses to give each other the very thing they crave. Men are…
My Lifeline in the Sea of Trials
Eagerly, sometimes hungrily, first thing in the morning, I search for today’s entry on my calendar, my lifeline. The day my husband brought this calendar home from the office, I thought I'd use it "sometime." But soon things took a painful turn in the life of someone dear to us. As the days, months and…
How My Song Began
In the pink bedroom with the pink shag rug, two windows faced the maple tree and our suburban Maryland street, 67th Avenue. I lived in this house in Parkway Estates all my growing-up years. At night when it was very quiet, I could hear a train whistling miles away in Cheverly, or traffic rushing on…
