Month: November 1997

As I count my blessings this Thanksgiving, one in particular comes to mind. The blessing began four years ago with the initiation of the One Another Sunday School class at our church. We began by studying phrases in the Bible in which Christians are admonished to serve, love, encourage and pray for one another. It…

Friday morning, my husband called me, “The company wants me to fly to England next week to work with a customer who is having a problem. I need a passport.” “It took weeks to get passports when the guys went on overseas mission trips,” I reminded him. “My flight leaves in 10 days. There’s a…

In February, my widowed father came to visit. He needed time to think about where he wanted to live. He didn’t have a lot of time to think or visit. Within a week he was sick with the flu. He didn’t like being alone while he recovered and we were at work and school. I…

I went to pick up the News-Times on the ground near our mailbox. In the gray light of dawn, the mailbox looked odd. I blinked and looked again. It no longer had a smooth round top. I went in and tossed the paper on the bed where my husband slept. “Someone bashed our mailbox last…