Right before I went into the Labor and Delivery Room, my brother Mark texted me this message, “Remember this is a sacred moment. Open your heart and take this in.” And then, I walked into the room where my daughter-in-law Yoly was in labor. My son Tim and Yoly’s mother Wanda gave me a hug, I kissed Yoly’s forehead and we waited for the contractions to do their work to dilate the cervix.
The theme for this series of blogs is “color.” I choose white!
I have blue eyes and, with a little help from my hairdresser, blond hair. My husband John has brown eyes and a little bit of grayish brown hair on the sides. Like many..
The view from my window for about the past week has been white—snow-covered. I guess, really, it’s been grey; grey skies, grey light, grey trees. Grey. But, this storm..
I had never planned on going into the ministry when I graduated from college in 1953. As a matter of fact, I didn’t have much of a plan for my future at all. In those..
It is amazing how much we relate and respond to, interact with and use colors. Long ago I heard about research that showed that churches with blue carpet gave more money..
Clergy life in December feels like one of those Facebook memes that say “if you know, you know.” First there is the obvious additional pressure of leading worship during..
At eleven-thirty p.m. on New Year’s Eve, Dad began to prepare. He helps Mom to gently ease off the pretty Wittnauer wristwatch he gave her for their anniversary. He..
I was standing on the deck of the USS Winston - one of the Navy’s finest cargo carriers getting underway at the San Diego Naval Station in June of 1953.
I love watching the British television series “Call the Midwife” which is currently in its 13th season. The series is based on Jennifer Worth’s memoirs of her nursing..
