Moving Past Loneliness to Hope Witnessing New Love The Wedding takes Place This past March, my family witnessed a milestone event as my brother-in-law moved past the loneliness of my sister’s death and married Deborah Halderman, a woman from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.
Mom – A Good Communicator An Early Mother’s Day Tribute I am the third of four siblings and am often told I look like my mother. Mom and I shared a close relationship. In photographs we always stood next to each other.
A Beautiful Wreck: Book Review “An Emotional Powerhouse” Types of Reviews I Do: Once in awhile I agree to post a review in my blog. Sometimes my review focuses on a memoir written by a person who copes with blindness, especially
Christmas Doesn’t Happen Without Me There’s a local commercial on television this holiday season. Three women are dressed up in festive party attire. They dance down a staircase and sing, “Christmas doesn’t happen without me!” They end with their arms in
Day 20 of The A to Z Blogging Challenge T is for Tenwek I read a book in my church library called Come Walk With Me written by a missionary doctor working in Kenya, at a hospital called Tenwek. It was a
Day 16 of The A to Z Blogging Challenge P is for the Pyramids My life changed in 1993 when I went to Egypt. I was still teaching overseas, traveling and seeing the world’s wonders – in spite of gradually losing my
If you have missed the last few posts, God has taken me to a new area of writing to explore: song writing! Frank Beck, a country song writer God has blessed me with in my life, and I co-wrote this song, pooling our talents together. The day we wrote this, I was struggling with my pride and with the feelings of shame that arise at times due to my poor vision, and just day-to-day falling short as I try to live for Him. But Jesus reassured me that He steps in and fills the gaps when I am weak.
I ran across some items recently that I had stored away for many years. It reminded me of how important my relationship with my nieces has always been in my life.
As a rule, I wasn’t overly sentimental about leaving my family and returning to wherever I was living overseas at any given time. My mind was already on the airplane, thinking of the stops I had to make, and when I could relax and get back to “my real life.”
But I have to admit that it was always somewhat difficult to leave my nieces behind. They had me at my heartstrings sometimes.
Ben’s classroom was two down from mine. He and I were part of the first wave of teachers who received computers at our teaching job back in the early 90’s — so naturally we gravitated to each other’s rooms, comparing notes on how to do this or that on the computer. Gradually, I got to know this gentle older man with the lopsided grin and eyes that seemed to smile a lot. He had the heart of a traveler just like me. We’d both been turned away from joining the Peace Corps- me because of my vision and he because of past melanoma. We also shared a fondness for language, namely Spanish and Japanese. I had lived in these cultures and was the storyteller; he listened and in turn, I read the poetry he translated into these languages. Rich moments to savor at the end of a busy teaching week.