My doctor left her practice, so today I made a visit to my new doctor — a Vietnamese physician that my husband has seen for years. As I drove to work afterward, I realized why this medic gets along well with my man. You see, what troubled me about the appointment was that my doctor…
I married Mr. Microscope. He fixes things — medical things. And as his Mrs. Microscope, I try to help out by doing the paperwork that he is not fond of. So, I learned a little Quick Books from our accountant, and every weekend, I spend about an hour entering data. After a while, my fingers…
Hello, three-day weekend! I am happy to see you!!!! Memorial Day is about remembering. I am prone to forget. That’s part of the reason that I put together this weekly Top 10 — to keep a record of how God is working in quiet ways to shape me. This blog is my “Memorial Stone.” So,…
On Tuesday nights, my man and I share a sweet spot. We grab our chairs and sit for a spell on a park bridge overlooking an inlet. The waves quiet my soul, and a lighthouse serves as a backdrop for birds flittering by and boats skipping on the water. We don’t say much. We hold…
Some days my battle weary husband straggles in the front door with brooding eyes, slumped shoulders, and a defeated countenance. The world beats him up and tosses him around unmercifully. Condemning voices have taken up residence in his head. Negative circumstances and pesky people war against my man and rob him of energy, joy, and…