Category Archives : Personal memories


An Open Letter To My Dad On Father’s Day

Hi Dad! I sure do miss you these days, especially today, Father’s Day. Some people say our loved ones in heaven can see us here on earth. I, however, cannot find anywhere in the Bible where that appears to be true. Nevertheless, I pray you are basking in God’s glory, and I trust you are […]


The Imprint Of Joan Feller 6

I can’t seem to wrap my head around this. I remind myself God’s ways are not my ways, and His thoughts are not my thoughts. “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. Isaiah 55:8 And Romans 8:28 tells me:  And we know that in all things God […]


A Special Day Celebrating Mom 2

The death of a loved one can be a difficult experience. Maybe you know what I’m talking about. My mother passed away in December 2006. Losing her was incredibly hard, and still is some days. She was not only my mother, she was my best friend. Today would have been her 82nd birthday. I’d give about […]


My Dad, My Hero 3

I must have been seven or eight years old at the time. I joined my mom on her weekly Saturday morning trip to the neighboring town’s grocery store. It was just down the street from Dad’s mechanic garage, so I walked down the long sidewalk to visit him. Bounding through the door, I made my […]


The Difficult Side of Mother’s Day 4

Tomorrow, Mother’s Day, can be a tough day for many. Yesterday I shared memories of my motherhood journey. I love being a mom, and I enjoy celebrating Mother’s Day with my family. They usually spoil me and make me feel extra-special. But in all honesty, Mother’s Day is a bittersweet day for me. It has […]


This Hilly Road Called Life 2

We called it “The Whee Road.” Dad would speed up just before the hill. When we’d crest over the top, my little body would lift off the back seat, and my brothers and I would squeal, “Whee!” As the car descended on the other side, my stomach would do somersaults, and I’d land back down on […]


The Day in Second Grade I’ve Never Forgotten

I walked the two blocks to my home for lunch that day. It’s what I did every day. Not by choice, but by hunger. With four kids in our family, and money being tight, it wasn’t an option for me to eat school lunch. I can’t quite remember the circumstances, but it was “Hat and […]