Restored

My husband bought an old, dilapidated hoosier.  When Burt brought it home, I raised my eyebrows in wonderment.   The wood looked like it had been starved of oil for a half century, the latches sported deep-seated rust, and the work surface displayed dents, pits and more rust.  A pathetic example of what was formerly a farm woman’s pride and joy as well as the essential cupboard in her kitchen.  “What was he thinking?”  “I’m going to restore it good as new, ” Burt announced.  “Well, I hope,” he muttered under his breath. I looked at him and gave him a Read More

Unexpected Gift

I remember a time while at Methodist Hospital in Rochester awaiting word on the surgical outcome of our daughter, my husband and I decided to get a bite to eat.  The food court was especially crowded, but a couple about our age invited us to sit with them at their table.  We lunched and chatted together.  The woman, a pleasant woman with a friendly smile, was to have a mastectomy the following day. We could sense their concern and trepidation, and although, we had not spoken of spiritual matters, my husband asked if we could pray with them.  They agreed. Read More