Tomorrow marks my seventy orbits around the sun. 70 years ago on March 23, my dad came home from work to take my mom to the hospital. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw the three-year-old neighbor boy ride his tricycle off of our dock and into the backyard pond....
While I like to write blogs that involve stories that aid spiritual growth, I find that pragmatism occasionally rules. When I write a book, I realize that if I don’t let people know it exists it will be of no benefit. I will get back to more “blog type” posts in the...
I captured this picture, representing thoughts going through my head concerning “failure to claim what is waiting for me.” I received this gift card, pictured, for a one-hour massage. I don’t remember the occasion for the gift; I just know I received it about eight or...
As I send each Christmas greeting, I like to pause to treasure memories of you and offer a prayer of thanksgiving. I am so grateful for my friends and family, including each of you who take the time to connect with me via my website, books, and blogs. The connection...
(I wrote this blog over a month ago as I was finishing a course on pilgrimage. Intentional journeys have helped me grow.) I heard birds singing, accompanied by the light panting of my canine companion as we walked our...
I couldn’t get to the dock today because the river was overflowing. Flooded. As I looked around, I noticed yellow caution tape preventing access to the flooded parking lot and stairs. The bridge accessing the dock could barely be seen underneath many feet of water. As...
I felt both thrilled and sad Sunday night when I turned in my very last school assignment. Though I still have dissertation revisions ahead, my coursework is finished. Done. No more assignments. My five-year spiritual formation masters and doctoral program coursework...
I couldn’t get to the dock today because the river was overflowing. Flooded. As I looked around, I noticed yellow caution tape preventing access to the flooded parking lot and stairs. The bridge accessing the dock could barely be seen underneath many feet of water. As...
I recently returned from Ireland and learned that rivers speak to me in that beautiful country, just as they do in my country. The accent may be slightly different, but I can clearly understand a river’s message in any country. As I walked miles along the Avonmore...
At precisely this time, 48 years ago, I was running some last-minute errands in preparation for our wedding, which would be happening later at 3:00 pm, December 14, 1974. I was at the store with a friend trying to find a blue garter (what a stupid tradition that...
Do you remember God’s first recorded words to humankind? After their creation, Gen 1:28 records, “God blessed them and said to them….” God’s first communication to His beloved was a blessing. Remember that. Luke 24:36-53 remains one of my favorite accounts of Jesus. I...
I moved to Connecticut in July. That is when I first met the goose who lived down by the river. I walk along the Connecticut River daily, and this goose brought me comfort each day. I can’t be sure, but I believe God put him there just for me. You see, he arrived the...
I often share about my lovely new town and the peaceful view of the river from my front window. I love to walk my dog through the field across the street, lingering along the shore.I stop to greet the goose that has been my friend since the time I moved here. I think...
Anticipating Father’s Day is hard for me, and likely for many of you. I enjoy most holidays, but this one always gets me. I miss my husband, who was the safe, wise, and strong place for our kids (and me). I miss my dad, whose huge smile, kidney-chopper hugs, and...
Tomorrow marks my seventy orbits around the sun. 70 years ago on March 23, my dad came home from work to take my mom to the hospital. As he pulled into the driveway, he saw the three-year-old neighbor boy ride his tricycle off of our dock and into the backyard pond....
Six weeks ago, as I sat at my dinner table with friends, one of them screamed as she witnessed the scene unfolding out the window. Huge flames ascended toward the darkened sky, illuminating the catastrophe in the making. The house next door to me was ablaze. I own the...
(I wrote this blog over a month ago as I was finishing a course on pilgrimage. Intentional journeys have helped me grow.) I heard birds singing, accompanied by the light panting of my canine companion as we walked our...
Most days, as I watch the sunset over the Connecticut River across the street from my house, I reflect on the previous hours of daylight. An ancient practice, called the Spiritual Examen, is a prayerful reflection of the events of the day to find God’s presence and...
Dear Tom Brady, You hurt my feelings. I enjoy football, but to be honest, since I no longer have cable I have only watched part of one football game this season. I know this is heresy to some. However, as a long-time Patriots fan and New England resident, I shed a few...
Transitions happen. Lots of them. Though I didn’t have a choice concerning the last chapter of losing Wyndham, I have certainly felt the Spirit’s urging and presence in moving forward to new chapters. Since that time, among other transitions, I sold my house of...
A thriller, a comedy, a tragedy, poetry, a fairy tale, and a historical narrative all rolled into one. This is the book I am writing as I continue walking “jeaniesjourneys.” Thankfully, God is the author and perfecter of my life story (Heb 12:2), and we are writing...
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