It was Sunday morning and my husband’s birthday. Only four months earlier he had left me for heaven. In the first stages of grief, I remained seated while the congregation sang. The dark cloud of heaviness had pushed aside my joy in worship–or in much else. Head down, I stared at…
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This week I conquered a corner of my closet. Giving those size 10 jeans and anything medium to my granddaughters was way overdue. So was passing on my…
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The Marines may be looking for a few good men, but God is not so fussy! 
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How vital it is to build our house, our life, on a firm, secure foundation!
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The only Americans eating raw fish in 1976 were the hapless fraternity pledges required to swallow a live goldfish. But I was in Japan, where normal…
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My dad’s joyous observation will be a dim whisper compared to God’s at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb.
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“Now hear this! All hands hit the deck!” My father’s voice boomed up through the floorboards, from his ham radio shack in the basement directly under my…
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As brand new missionaries we were eager to meet our Japanese neighbors. I baked homemade banana bread and we toted the loaves to the nearby houses in…
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Living the Joy