Stories from my family of origin

Where is God?

Where is God?  He is actually not far from each one of us. Acts 17:27b   My three year old daughter, Heather, had learned that signs on roads and buildings were words. Everywhere we went, she wanted to know what the signs said. One day we passed the Denny’s restaurant. In those days Denny’s had…

The Lord Knows My Name

The Lord Knows My Name The Lord called me from the womb, from the body of my mother he named my name. Isaiah 49:1 “Mom,” I asked, “did you ever have the sense when you were pregnant with me that I should have had a different name?” She said, “Yes, I wanted to name you “Grace”…

 “That’s the Wrong Answer, Dad”

One morning in 2007, My brother, Eric called. “Grace,” he said, “it looks as if Dad is not going to make it. He is in the hospital. His heart is failing.” My sister, our mom and I made arrangement to fly to California to see Dad before he passed away. A few hours later we…

I Have a Story to Tell

Graveyard to Table, A Story of the Land From Graveyard to Table On a recent Sunday morning, my husband I met some friends for brunch in Sekiu Washington. Sekiu is about two hours away from where we live in Sequim. While we were eating, I told our friends, Gerri and Robert, that my paternal grandmother…

What’s Next

  After my mom left her body behind and went to be with the Lord last year, I asked him, “Couldn’t she have stayed longer?” His answer to me was, “Yes, she could have stayed longer. You did a good job of caring for your mom. Thank you. But if she had stayed longer taking…