Before I had my first child, I dreaded going to baby showers and hearing the various war stories of childbirth. It couldn’t be as painful as they described. Why are women still enduring this torture in the 20th century if it is so horrible? Of course I was the...
There was silence in the car as we drove away from the college after saying our final farewells to our two oldest children. My husband and I and youngest daughter were each thinking of what the upcoming separation would mean to us. I was reminded of a song I...
Since 1985 I have learned to enjoy cross stitching. For the past eight years during my quiet evenings in Kenya, I would often read or cross stitch, two of my favorite hobbies. In my early years of stitching, I was content in doing simple patterns which I could complete...
“God surely you can’t expect me to forgive the murderer of my son,” I cried out in the stillness of the night. Caught in the darkness of grief following the murder of our eldest son, Tim, in September 1992, I couldn’t conceive of ever forgiving the man who had...
