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Memoir

empty skies

Empty skies. In the days following 9/11/2001. The flight pattern over our home in Virginia—suddenly silent.  

My husband was traveling in West Africa at the time. He called and I wept. We felt the distance in the midst of uncertainty. 

Our world changed that day, but we drew near to the One who never changes. Held on to His Word. And Joshua 1:9 became our family verse during that season.

“Haven’t I commanded you: be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”

Remembering 9/11. Image by Matteo Catanese on Unsplash.
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Crossing Cultures Devotional

hope

The one who speaks truth finds himself walled in. Weighed down. Worn out.

No hope. Only the crooked path. And a deep pit. Face in the gravel.

Affliction. With no end in sight.

This. When he’s fearlessly made known God’s ways. And wept over the judgment of a disobedient people.

Jeremiah laments. 

hope
hope. image by Nasim Dadfar on Unsplash.
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Memoir

Sorting memories

Little stacks of memories. On the floor. 

Newspaper clippings browned with age. Aerogramme letters, typed full-length and on the flaps. Magazine articles. Journal entries. 

There’s no time to read every word.

So we glance. Skim. Scan for tidbits of life history. 

And laugh over stories long forgotten. 

Memories. Mom and Dad in the 1950s. This month they’ve been married 65 years!