Love does what duty won’t
“What’s for dinner?” my husband, Dana, asked after work this week.
“Hardboiled eggs,” I said.
“And?” He looked at me funny.
“Just hard boiled eggs,” I said.
Trusting God when your heart is breaking
It was the last time I would ever be in my mother’s house. I’d been dreading this moment since she’d died 18 months before. Neither of us was prepared for her to go so quickly. Diagnosed with cancer in the middle of summer, she’d died six days before Christmas. Could I trust a God like this?
True love gives
I once read, that while most non-profit, charitable-type organizations begin with an honest effort to help others, a turning-point frequently comes at which they shift from their original purpose towards self-sustenance. That is, they exist to keep themselves in existence.
Finding peace when terrorists strike
On the morning after the terrorist attack against France, I packed a lunch, said goodbye to my family and drove 40 minutes up Maine’s Interstate 295 to the little town of Readfield, just west of the state capitol. There, on the second floor of the old-fashioned town...
Prepared for Something Precious
One of my earliest memories of my mother is of her sitting cross-legged on the floor of our living room surrounded by a massive pile of freshly-washed wool from the sheep she raised on our Oregon farm. In her hands she held two slightly curved wooden paddles with...Meadow Rue
Wife, mom, writer, friend, sharing God in my everyday life through “Faith Notes.”