On May 2, 2017,  husband Chuck will be having brain surgery to treat hemifacial spasms that affect his sight and speech and sometimes freeze the left side of his face into a grimace. The spasms started over three years ago and have progressed...

“How nice for Chuck and Sharon to hear these things while they are still alive!” I wonder how many people said or thought this on their way home from the Retirement Party that Glasgow Church threw for Chuck and me...

My friend and I talked quietly as we walked toward her bedroom. I knew I was on holy ground because supernatural grace flowed from her as she lived out the sovereignty of God in this very difficult pathway of life...

About a month ago, I spoke at the Presbyterian Church in America's (PCA) Transformed Women's Cconference. My workshop topic was "Living with Purpose: Purpose in the Afternoon of Life" here is audio from that conference. I hope you enjoy it!

"The Gospel Challenged Woman" was the name I chose for a women's class I taught a few years ago. Though I prepared studies from Ephesians 1 for the class, the study was really for me because I often live with unnecessary guilt and a sense of never being quite...

Carl Jung, secular psychiatrist, whose mentor was Sigmund Freud, seems to the be the first one who coined the phrase, "afternoon of life." He said,"Wholly unprepared, we embark upon the second half of life. Or are there perhaps colleges for forty-year-olds...

Proverbs 15 - so much about words and the power of words for good or evil.  Lord, change my heart so that my words heal rather than crush; bring wisdom rather than foolishness;

 I especially enjoy breakfast out with Chuck because, fresh from a night’s sleep, our creative juices seem to flow and our conversation is energizing and refreshing.  But this morning, the voice of the woman in the booth next to us broke our concentration...

There are times in each of our lives when we need someone ahead of us in the journey, someone we can turn to with questions, confusion, hurts, disappointments and even our tears...

Grief doesn't start when someone dies. Grief happens when any kind of loss slams a person into a wall, turns a life upside down, shatters dreams...

My husband is a romantic and I have lots of stories I could tell about how he has demonstrated his love in surprising ways over the years. In ways that are so much better than a Valentine's Day Card that he has to buy because of marketing pressure...

My friend's cries pulled me back to those early years after Mark's death. The anguish in her voice, face, eyes, words was almost too much to bear because I knew the reality of the deep sorrow...

When I see women marching for their rights I think of women who have or are quietly marching for righteousness in their own life journeys. Warrior Women, facing extraordinary...

"Ahh, here come the cruise guests!" my husband exclaimed as Dan and Laura dropped off their three younger children for the day so that they could enjoy biking around Washington, D.C.with

I first shared this post (Original Title: Trust and Obey and . . . Trust) on January 6, 2013 and it is one of my most read blog posts. As I face a year of change in 2017, this message resonates with me once more, reminding me that...

"Be with me now," sang the young actress, fully surrendered to her World War II character, Eleanor.  It was Christmas Eve, 1944, and Eleanor had not received any word from her soldier boy...

The thirty-something grocery store cashier responded quickly to my, "How is your day going?" with, "This is the best day of the week. I get to go to church tonight." Suddenly my polite inquiry turned into a...

Christmas accentuates depression, grief, broken relationships, discontentment, jealousy, shattered families. Even those whose lives exude joy and peace experience unexpected sadness...

The beautiful young woman's strained voice revealed the deep pain she was trying to minimize. Her mother died when she was very young, her father remarried and the step-mother fit the Cinderella stereotype.

November 21, 2016, started like any other day for the children of Woodmore Elementary School. Parents placed their children on the school buses, trusting that this day would be like any other, the children would arrive...