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

In The Living Room with Jesus

Made to Wait

Anticipation, it’s making me wait. I can still visualize the commercial; two boys ready to eat their juicy hamburgers and all that’s stopping them is the ketchup. The thickness of the bright red sauce makes it move slowly down the neck of the bottle as they anticipate their first bite. Hunger, evident in their eyes,… Continue reading Made to Wait

In The Living Room with Jesus

A View from the Bench

Put me in coach! The memory of hearing those words echoed in my head as I watched the Super Bowl on Sunday. A memory prompted by the television camera scanning the sidelines of the Denver Broncos; so many football players standing there on the team but not playing the game. As a past volleyball coach… Continue reading A View from the Bench

In The Living Room with Jesus

A Guide to a Layered Life

Baby it cold out there! Our Ground Hogs Day blizzard is over and now I have to leave the house; my cozy, comfortable, warm house. This will require getting dressed in something more than the leggings and sweatshirts that have become a natural part of my home-bound life. Dressing to impress is not the issue… Continue reading A Guide to a Layered Life