Carried

I flew home to France yesterday after almost six weeks in the States.  Six unexpected weeks in my old home.  Never would I have chosen those weeks which proceeded and followed my mother’s death.  If the Lord had somehow whispered to me ahead of time, “Would you like to have the heartache now?”, I would…

My Amazing Mother

As Daddy said, Mom is at Grady fighting for her life. She has fought her way through breast cancer and two open heart surgeries and a whole lot more, but she has also spent her life fighting for those people and causes she loves. She loves Jesus, she loves her family and she loves her…

The Best of Facebook

Sometimes it seems that social media is trying to take over our lives, that we are obsessed with something that ten years ago did not even exist. How strange. Technology pushes forward to give us ever-new gadgets on which to waste time. But used at its best, social media can be a huge blessing. And…

A Poem for Lent

I gave up chocolate for Lent And thought it would be hard, But actually I spent No time grieving the loss At all; Gave up movies on TV Which consumed an evening that could Otherwise be spent On something deeper for the soul, A book, a conversation with my son, A sunset observed A scrapbook…

Becoming French

 On a crisp, bright January morning in 2008, Paul and I walked across the Rhône River at the Pont Wilson bridge, headed down the wide street, and into the block that is taken up by the stately Prefecture Building to became French. After over three years of paperwork and waiting, we had been convoqués to…

The Light Festival

The air on the window pane was chilly, almost biting, as Jean-Michel bent over to light the candle in the window of his fourth floor apartment.  He imagined most of his neighbors in the apartment building doing the same thing.  In fact, he imagined most of the one million people who lived in his city…

Love the Ones You’re With

“I tell you the truth,” Jesus replied, “no one who has left home or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age (homes, brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, children and fields–and with them persecutions) and…

The World as We Know It

In the middle of the night, I awoke and couldn’t get back to sleep.  My mind was replaying a few scenes for my WIP (work in progress) and I decided to get up and type them into the trusty laptop (this does NOT happen often–I like to sleep).  My g-mail account flashed on the screen…