The Sound of Musing

A thousand years ago when my children were growing up, their grandparents spoiled them by letting them stay up as late as they wanted when they went to visit their home in Southern California.   And when they stayed up late it was usually to watch ‘The...

Summer Snapshot-A Photo Essay

I’ve not been very up close and personal with the family scrapbook-like sharing here in this space.  But since Jennifer Finding Heaven Ferguson asked……well, here’s how I was refreshed last weekend.  And praise Jesus it came just in the nick of...

Names Matter

    “Nana, do you have any kids?”   I am wedged on the couch between Abigail, 4 1/2 and Paul Silas, 2 1/2. We are reading a bedtime story. ‘Goodnight Moon’, no doubt; it is always ‘Goodnight Moon.’ “Well, Abi, I have two kids. One is your Auntie Leah and...

Neat Little Package{a #poem}

Hanan Samuel Collins, Age 8 Multnomah Falls, OR I wrote this poem on the January day in 2003 when my first grandson, Hanan Samuel, was born.              Your birth today unequivocally proved that science still can do nothing at explaining the miraculous. The day you...