Monthly Archives: July 1997

“I love bananas and mangoes are sweet. I love papayas, but nothing can beat, the sweet love of God.” Seventy teens went into a do-bop swing as I parked in front of the cabin I was assigned to as counselor … Continue reading →

“Dad how long after that flood were you born?” My husband looked at his 8-year-old son. It was spring and flood stories prevailed. “Which flood do you mean?” my husband was puzzled. “You know, the big one where Noah took … Continue reading →

“My birthday party is Saturday. You can get me a Beanie Baby. We can’t find them here. You can bring my dad a gift too, if you want,” our granddaughter born on his birthday 11 years ago said. A gift … Continue reading →

Monday morning: flour, salt, sugar, oil and a jar of yeast were lined up on the counter waiting for the teen-age girls from church who wanted to learn how to make bread. Making bread headed my list of things to … Continue reading →