The Silent Depths of Winter's Snow

The Silent Depths of Winter's Snow

Like anyone else, my life has had its share of seasonal changes.

There was the long sunny summer of childhood whose days were shadowed only by a few passing clouds. The autumnal years of college and graduate school, a colorful and occasionally chilly transition into adulthood. And of course there was that one glorious spring when I fell madly in love, and the world seemed to be in full bloom…

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Feast of Gratitude

Feast of Gratitude

The feast of Thanksgiving took on new meaning for me when our son, Daniel, was born.

I feasted twice that year, once in the hospital and once at home. They were the most glorious meals of my life.

I know everything surrounding a birth is tinted by the rosy glow of exaggerated memory, but it was a holiday unlike any other. And like any mother, I love to relish the details…

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Thanksgiving with Fleas

Thanksgiving with Fleas

I could hear my husband reading the horrific details out loud to my teenage son, as Corrie ten Boom described the unimaginable conditions she endured with her sister Betsie in the barracks of a Jewish concentration camp. She chronicles her story in her riveting memoir “The Hiding Place”.

I could barely stomach the agony of their hardships, or wrap my brain around how God could ever allow such a cruel atrocity.

But then my husband got to the part about the fleas…

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