A Place for Dad

My Father’s Heart: Always Seasoning

I started a new job last week. A local snack food company was needing help and called me to come work on the production line for as long as I could. I agreed though I was not sure how my "haven't worked in a year" body would handle the 9-10 hours on my feet per… Continue reading My Father’s Heart: Always Seasoning

A Place for Dad

My Father’s Heart: Peace in the Storm

We are in a season of storms; storms we wonder if we will survive. Lately my local area has been experiencing a very stormy weather pattern. Threatening clouds filled with every sort of possible disaster are often in the view from my window. Storms that bring so much rain so quickly that many, including myself,… Continue reading My Father’s Heart: Peace in the Storm

In The Living Room with Jesus

Hack Proof

My email account was hacked this past weekend. This is now on the list of my most frustrating experiences to date. It has reinforced how important email has become to the flow of communication in my life, whether for good or bad. Thankfully, many great friends let me know about the scam right away (although… Continue reading Hack Proof

In The Living Room with Jesus

A Distinct Aroma; Like It or Not

My sense of smell has been quite sensitive lately. Now that I am living with a chronic illness I need to be very careful about the odors I am around; the wrong scent can do anything from set off a migraine or increase my fibromyalgia pain. I find that my nose reacts especially negatively to… Continue reading A Distinct Aroma; Like It or Not

In The Living Room with Jesus

The Healing Journey

A healing journey is told of in Mark chapter 8. 22 They came to Bethsaida, and some people brought a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him. My journey toward healing has started in a similar way. Just like the people mentioned in the Bible, my friends and family have brought me to Jesus… Continue reading The Healing Journey

In The Living Room with Jesus, The Poetry Corner

A Hand to Hold

This poem is dedicated to two men in my life who have held my hand well. My father's were the first hands that held mine and he used them to teach me what God's love truly feels like. From years of milking cows and building our farm his hands were strong and muscular like none… Continue reading A Hand to Hold

In The Living Room with Jesus

It’s Dying Off

It will get worse before it gets better. I have heard that phrase now from two of my doctors. Boy, have they been right about the "get worse" part as I find myself knee deep in the "worse" and struggling to function; I really hope they are right about the “it gets better” part too.… Continue reading It’s Dying Off