On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I was feeling grateful for a friend’s visit the previous weekend and another friend’s phone call that morning. God had blessed me with the connection of meaningful relationships. Now it was time to turn my attention to family, cooking, and home. One daughter would be returning for her first visit …
(This is my story from last year. You’ll have to catch the next post to hear how my God topped Himself.) If you had told me last week that all our children would be home over Thanksgiving, I would have said, No, not this year. But that’s ok; we’ll see them at Christmas. That’s just …
[Today I joyfully held a healthy, 2-month-old son born to the family in this story. Of course, it also took me back to remembering Joshua and this piece I wrote last year…] The pastor called me from the local hospital where he and his wife, with their newborn son, were visiting a church member dying …