The Wind

My husband grew up riding his motorcycle in the wind. It is almost always blowing out in West Texas. So when we traveled out west and into New Mexico and Arizona, it was not a problem for him. Not so for me. It was crazy. We’d be so leaned over in the wind that when a semi passed us we seemed to shoot straight up and then back down as the wind returned when the truck went by. I had two choices – I had to lean with Danny into the wind or be completely miserable. Don’t ask how many …

Do You Have Some Questions?

  Do You Have Some Questions?       We had to attend a stroke education meeting. As I looked around the room feeling very uncomfortable I tried to pretend I did not belong there. Just then I heard the voice of another woman pierce the quiet conversation of the teacher. “Excuse me. I have some questions. Who sent me here? I don’t belong here. I did not sign up for this.” Oh beloved can you relate? When we sign up for this life of faith it looks pretty easy. After all we aren’t being burned at the stake nor …