FORGIVENESS

Dawn painted sky pastels as I studied the glowing computer screen. I clicked on Nettie’s email, “Forgiveness.” Daily, my friend sent spiritual thoughts. What’s this one? Featuring a monarch-like butterfly, the quote appeared. FORGIVENESS Anyone can hold a grudge, but it takes a person with character to forgive. When you forgive, you release yourself from […]

THE GIRLS OF ‘62

Our Florida wall phone rang and I glanced at the clock. It’s still morning. Who can that be? “Hello?” “Fritzie?” It was my girlfriend who lived out East. Oh-oh! She never calls me. Though neither of us was in our Goshen, Indiana hometown that day, Cee was to meet me there on May 25. I […]

THE DOOR OF MERCY

After waving goodbye to my husband, I turned toward my Gainesville church. As a gentle breeze blew in my ears, I heard God’s wordless voice. Ooo…. The cool 60-degree temperature reminded me of Ireland’s chilly September mornings. I made a holy pilgrimage there with Shalem of Bethesda, Maryland in 2002. “Pilgrimage” is “a journey to […]

VOICES IN MY GARAGE

Don’t forget me! Please. I’m moldy and dirty. I need help. Like ghosts of my childhood, contents of cardboard boxes packed nearly twenty years ago called from taped cartons. Among others, one was marked “Dolls.” Our dim, dusty, leaf-strewn Florida garage reminded me of a cave. While it was attached to the house, I had […]

A BALLOON IS NOT A BAT

Shall I close the bedroom door? I don’t want the balloon to scare me like the bat did. Twenty years earlier, I awoke to the whoosh of wings over my head. Opening my eyes, I saw a flapping bat. Help! I panicked. Forgetting my “strong mother” role, I ran into teenage David’s room. Slamming his […]

BURIAL MOUND

Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual notebook. Leaves on nearby oaks and scrub cherry trees waved in a stiff breeze. Inside our dining room, I gazed out on our felled Sycamore tree’s sawdust mound. It looks like Sandy’s grave. My friend, Sandy Cosgrave (Jan. ‘16), chose a natural burial. One Thursday morning […]

THE SYCAMORE

Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual note book. Scuffling through enormous fallen leaves of the house’s back yard, I barely heard the real estate lady’s words, “…lots of shade…” I’ve never seen such huge leaves! When smiling Martha Jane, our real estate lady, paused and glanced around for another yard comment, I […]

THE SEARCH

Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. Tall laurel oaks bent over the suburban street as I drove along. It’s like rolling through a green tunnel. My CRV was full of groceries as I headed home. Listening to a CD of The Plum Pudding Murder by Joanna Fluke, I slowed into an […]

ACCEPTANCE

Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. “The coach could have thrown his red flag!” JK raised his voice about the last play in a weekend football game. “The quarterback should have called a time out.” My husband was on a rant. “Even one of the other officials could have made a […]

COPING WITH MY IRRATIONAL SELF

Editor’s note: Following is a page from my spiritual journal. My stomach! I jumped out of bed and clicked on the light. Ow! Something’s wrong! Living with a sensitive and over-active stomach began when I was a young adult. However, in recent years, diet, sleeping on two pillows, prescriptions, Pepto products and Kefir milk kept […]