Is There Anything Too Hard for God?
Vietnam was once an ugly, never-to-be-forgotten war zone where young Americans died at a much-too-rapid pace. Soldiers trudged through steamy jungles where ugliness was up close and personal, while a different kind of torture plagued their friends and families back home. Devastating news reports triggered fear. Actual war footage was shown in...
Is There Anything Too Hard for God?
Vietnam was once an ugly, never-to-be-forgotten war zone where young Americans died at a much-too-rapid pace. Soldiers trudged through steamy jungles where ugliness was seen up close and personal. A different kind of torture plagued their friends and families back home. Devastating news reports triggered fear as we watched actual war footage...
Jacob and Susanna (Toews) Block
Four-year-old Susan happily played with her older sister and brothers on the deck of the S.S. Teutonia as the steady waves of the North Atlantic Ocean lulled newborn Abraham to sleep. It was late August of 1874 when the Jacob and Susanna Block family embarked on this journey to begin a new life in a new land known as the United States of...
Changing Seasons through the Windshields of Life
Food? Check. Clothes? Check. Linens? Check. Toiletries? Check. Jim and I were packed, loaded, hitched, and ready to hit the road with our fur-baby, Shotgun who loves to ride shotgun between us. This lightweight, refurbished, new-to-us travel trailer perfectly suited our retirement dreams. No more searching for clean, reasonably-priced,...
National Day of Prayer 2025
A few years ago, I made a promise. I love to write, but I had no time while working and raising a family. Once I retired, I was ready to reinvent myself but had no platform, no following, and no clue where to begin. I promised God that if He would open doors, I would ignore my introverted self and boldly walk through them. God has faithfully...
The Babe of Luke 2
I’m a collector; a collector of far too many things actually (but that’s another blog topic…downsizing, simplifying, and uncluttering our lives). Today, let’s talk about one of my oldest collections. My most prized collection is my creche collection. Oh, how I love finding unique and creative renditions of the Luke 2...
One More Breath…
Life is but a breath of air. One, followed by another, then another. At some point, we breathe our last. Only God knows when our life on Earth will end. That reality hits harder with every passing year. Like an ever-expanding snowball speeding down a hill, names are added to my list of friends, neighbors, and family memorialized in...
“All Aboard!” Revisited – The Final Post
Sunrise comes late in Idaho. Two time zones separated us from our norm. Our bodies adjusted, but would soon have to adjust back to the Central Time Zone. This pic, taken that last morning, shows the front steps to our loft apartment, above that shop, in the backyard of our host family. There were windows on the two sides NOT shown in the...








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