As the year 2020 nears its end, many of us sigh in relief. The past several months have been filled with one crisis after another, from COVID-19, to congressional antics, to claims of election fraud. We, as a nation, are anxious for the curtain to fall on this chapter of our history. Lock the door.…
It was definitely a dilemma. Twenty or thirty cars pouring out of a church parking lot and being stopped on a side street where the only exit was blocked by trucks and bulldozers. Other than retreating into the parking lot—and that opportunity quickly closed—we had nowhere to go. And no one working at the site…
The Earth is the Lord’s, And the fullness thereof; The world, and they that dwell therein. For he hath founded it upon the seas, And established it upon the floods. Psalm 24:1&2 A Psalm of David. The sirens’ call of the ocean began when I was a toddler seeing the Pacific for the first time.…
How to deal with the perpetual uncertainty of 2020? We know how it’s been dealing with us—economic upheaval and a deadly virus like the devil in 1 Peter 5:8, who “prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.” This is all compounded by the daily indignities of quarantine, masking, and social distancing, lest…
These are the last few days of July, and it feels like this has been the oddest summer ever. Nothing seems in its right place. I’m working from home, the kids’ plans have all been canceled, and we haven’t been inside a restaurant in over three months. Our summers usually have a well-defined start and…
A year ago this month, my husband and I were able to take a dream vacation to the Emerald Isle. Since travel anywhere right now is a pain in the mask, I thought it would be fun to revisit this exceptionally beautiful place via a blog post or two (will continue the tour next month!).…
July 4, 1986, we observed Independence Day at the U. S. Ambassador’s residence outside Tegucigalpa, Honduras with our two-year-old son Tony and newborn Francisca. We didn’t know a third adopted child would be joining our lives the next morning…but that is a story for another time. The Ambassador had opened the grounds to any…
[Susan Kimmel Wright] A Special Autumn Recipe
“There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood…” Every week my fourth-grade teacher passed out our poetry sheets, printed in fragrant purple, from the mimeograph machine. Though I disliked memorization, many of the poems, like this one—”A Vagabond Song” by Bliss Carman—have stuck with me for years. I particularly loved the…
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