September, 2016: My goal is to encourage and uplift every person who happens by this blog. Where I fail or offend…please forgive!
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I am now 65 and my children are grown, so I am trying to write as full time as possible. During the week I write on various topics, including travel, current events, books, movies, or whatever has provoked me to thought or made me reflect on God. In everything, my desire is to lift up Jesus. On Sundays, I’m slowly working my way through a commentary on the Song of Solomon (from the Bible), called Rise Up, My Love. On Saturdays…well, I recently finished a series of 365 devotionals on the first year of life for new parents called Bless Your Baby, and lately I’ve been doing a series on recipes, but I do change from time to time.
Private life? My husband and I have been married 43 years. Alan is the CMO (chief medical officer) of a Christian psychiatric hospital, but I spent most of my “career” rearing and homeschooling our seven children, who are now 20-something to…the oldest turned 40 on my 65th birthday! That son is a software engineer working for Square in San Francisco, married to an artist who is homeschooling their four sons. My second is a dentist in the army stationed in Italy, married to an actress who is homeschooling their four children. The third is a college professor married to a speech pathologist; they have three preschool-age daughters. The fourth is a writer married to a graphic designer and videographer who works for a mega church in the Detroit area (and has also started his own video production business); they also have three preschoolers. The fifth is a dentist married to a nurse; they live here in GR (as do my husband and I). They had a micro-preemie in 2015, but I’m happy to report that he survived and is now a bright and busy toddler who’s doing just fine. To look at him today, you’d never guess what he’s been through! My sixth-born is working on his PhD in musicology at Eastman School of Music in Rochester, NY and is the pianist at his church. My last-born is ABD (studying for a PhD in literature) from Northeastern University in Boston and has recently taken a job as an assistant editor with a Christian publishing house here in GR. It was a very tough job bringing up their mother, but they all survived, and many of them are now busy bringing up their own broods. God is good!!
One of my dearest friends once told me I reminded her of a little red helium balloon bouncing along in the sky. She envisioned my husband, Alan, as the string that kept me from floating away…and I assume that meant tethered to the realities here on earth. I buy that. Especially the idea of being a balloon. I feel like my entire existence is totally dependent on the Holy Spirit filling me, and without Christ, I’d have burst a long time ago and be lying broken in a field somewhere. All I am or ever hope to be is His! “I am my Beloved’s, and His desire is towards me” (Song of Solomon 7:10). Or, as Einstein put it, “I want to know the mind of God. Everything else is just detail.” I know that eternity will not be long enough to truly understand the ineffable mind of God, but I have tasted the love of God, and to me, there is nothing more compelling on earth. I want to share His love…to love others in a way that attracts them to Christ, who is truly the best! That’s my passion. I’m passionate about a lot of things, like family and friends and writing and photography, but nothing is as dear to me as Christ!
If you want to comment below, that is great! If you’d rather contact me personally to ask questions or ask me to pray about anything, please write me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
May God bless you,
PS—April, 2008, when I first began blogging, I had this to say in response to the question, Who Am I? Hmmm. When asked that in front of a class as a demo for how to interview a patient, I responded, “I’m a woman, a Christian, and a wife.” Nearly 40 years later, that still holds, although I’d definitely add that I’m a mom. In fact, a motherless mother. Since Alan and I are both babies in our natal families, our parents—were they still living—would be approaching 100. This translates into our beginning to live through the sixties all over again, although we’re not a part of the sandwich generation. We’ve had to give up that comfy feeling of having parents cushioning us like a slice of well buttered bread…and that pressured feeling of needing to take care of both our parents and our kids at the same time. I think we’re more like bruschetta. Our kids are pretty much baked and toasty…industrious and independent. That leaves us as the stewed tomatoes! Still, I like bruschetta. Do you?