writing when inspired about the often overlooked
From my recliner, my eyes frequently settle on this clock. It’s a special clock, because Galen’s dad was a “Master Mix” Feed dealer as Galen was growing up. When his sister found this clock, she bought it and gave it to Galen. It now resides in our “memory room.” I have enjoyed the nostalgia of…
Hey Gordon, I’m sitting here at the Garden Cafe, eating a Rice Krispy bar in your honor. I am sure you’d say it’s not as good as Carol’s and you’d probably be right. I can still picture you sitting at your counter in your kitchen out in Billlings, enjoying every bite of one of her…
While with our family in Wisconsin over Thanksgiving, during one of my early morning quiet times, I was meditating on scripture and taking time to be quiet. And I remember having some kind of “insight” or “encouragement” that God brought to my mind. But I didn’t write it down and now I don’t remember. This…
Computer crash, the need to restore my journal program files from Carbonite, a trip to Virginia to a writer’s seminar by Vinita Hampton Wright, (www.VinitaHamptonWright.com ) and a 100 page digital book project for a client – – – and the end result is interrupted postings! Oh, and I also forgot my password to this…
Today, I share words I jotted down a few Octobers after the November 8th anniversary of Gordon’s death. For the first few years, this time of year just kind of caught up with me before I “remembered.” Now I know . . . I welcome and plan for this time of remembering by building in…
Written August 20, 2010 “To be “pre-occupied” means to fill our time and place long before we are there. This is worrying in the more specific sense of the word. It is a mind filled with “what if . . . “. When we are preparing for eventualities, we seldom fully trust the moment.” Henri…
 “A spiritual discipline is necessary in order to move slowly from an absurd (Latin word for ‘deaf’) to an obedient (‘listening’) life . . . from a life filled with noisy worries to a life in which there is some inner space where we can listen to our God and follow His guidance.” As…
Today I am thinking about a brown-eyed little boy – born 53 years ago today – Who would he have been as an adult? I only knew him for a short 2 1/2 years too little time to really know . . . I remember eyes sparkling with life, full of mischief. I think he…
As I supported and cared for a friend who had lost her son, I also was comforted as I thought of how God had been with me. I sent the following to her: In the summer of 2000, Somewhere in Alaska, we took this picture. As I looked at it one day years later, I…
July 5, 2008 – Our Backyard, Des Plaines, IL Waiting . . . I picture myself sitting here at my picnic table, waiting for you to show up. . . And I realize I have it backwards. . You’re always here. It’s me that needs to show up!