Please Pray for my Bill #6: Our Independent Ways

I wrote the following last week and just now getting it posted. Life is busy. I’m planning another later this week since Bill starts his work with robotics therapy today. We’re curious as to what that is and how long it will last. It’s been 12 weeks since Bill’s accident. From Lisbon to Chicago, so…

Please Pray for My Bill—Brief Update #3

We will praise Him in the storm. Forgive the length of time from the last update: We’ve been in a storm, like the one I experienced coming from Amsterdam Tuesday with the plane hovering over NYC’s JFK, only to be diverted to Detroit. Storms have a way of tossing us about and then cutting off…

Pray for My Bill: Update #2

Right after the pandemic hit and we were in lock-down in Lisbon, I had written to Shannon (our home church’s global mission director and daughter in Christ),  We are living in a surreal cocoon, preparing for a new world and praying for a new world. I would have forgotten those words had Shannon not echoed…

Please Pray for My Bill.

Please pray for my Bill.  Friday morning he went to the school—GLCA—to do some power washing on the outside.  The short story is he fell off a ledge about six feet. I’ll share more details later when time allows. Two hospitals later, with a surgery late Friday night, we were told the surgeon put a…

Einstein Goes to Portugal—Part 1: Einstein Nature

This story begins with a black and white fur ball, a howling, meowing, fit-in-the-palm-of-your-hand kind of kitten, whose tiny bruised nose once pink has a gash trailing a mysterious path.  “We’ll name him Einstein,” my husband Bill said with the force of one christening a ship, “because he was smart enough to survive the woods…

The Portugal Path

Bill and I love America. We often say how grateful we are we were born in a land with endless opportunities and freedoms … which is why we simply didn’t choose to move to another country.  With hindsight though, God has been preparing us over the years, through the little things for the large. But…

Are You Funny? Or Just Funny?

I thought I was funny. Many times I projected a thought for others’ enjoyment. They’d laugh. Thus, I figured I was funny. When someone didn’t laugh, I simply surmised my tongue-in-check dry wit didn’t translate. That is until recently. Husband Bill had read a book about enneagram personalities. Upon more research on the trusty internet,…

How Does Your Pendulum Swing?

Imagine the scene: a big blue bowl filled with popcorn is placed in front of Elizabeth Ann, who is all of three-years old. Sandwiched between Bill and me on our king-size bed, Elizabeth’s head is angled my way. She watches me while I pick-out one kernel of popcorn at a time, savoring each morsel, only…