My mother baked the most perfect and beautiful bread ever made. Every other day, she baked eight loaves and often made cinnamon rolls at the same time...
Our little church had always seemed to do quite well financially, even though the congregation consisted of many children and young people and few adult...
A number of years ago, I was traveling with my uncle at night through the countryside. All of a sudden something happened to the car. Although we were driving over a rough gravel road, this jolt was different. The front ball joint had come apart, making it impossible ...
My third-grade Sunday school class had been studying the Wordless Book. Each Sunday, I told the children that Jesus could come into their hearts and take away all the sin and make them ready for Heaven, but that it was up to each one of them...
Burden carrying is a fact of life, for we live in a world full of problems. Some people have to carry heavier burdens than others, and some seem to move from one difficult situation to the next, frustrated at every turn...
The air was dry and still that warm October morning in 1991. A faint smell of smoke drifted up from the valley below. The sun was already making the thermometers squirm in discomfort as the mercury continued to rise. Then a respite was thought to have come. The Santa Ana winds...
To help organize my time, I am in the habit of making lists. A grocery list starts when I see we are getting low on an item that is used often. I add the weekly specials,...
I am not a very good cook, and because of the irregular schedule of my self-employment, I “eat to live” rather than “live to eat.” My meal times are seldom regular, so by the time I finally sit down to eat, I usually have a voracious hunger. With little time ...
A few years ago, forest fires caused our valley in Southern Oregon to be blanketed with smoke nearly every day for over a month! Not only was it unpleasant to view, it was irritating to the throat and dangerous for people with breathing difficulties as well....
She lives in the house next door, without so much as a fence dividing our properties, so I could see her heading toward our house. She was dressed in snow clothes and mittens, looking down at her three-year-old feet in their pink boots, crunching her first snow. She ...