“I believe in Christianity as I believe the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.”
— C.S. Lewis
Heart and Soul Work
I’ve been writing and leading a women’s Bible study at my church.
Psalms to the Rescue I call it, for indeed many times throughout my life, psalms have rescued me. Righted me when upside down. “He drew me out of deep waters” (Psalm 18:16).
God has given me a God-centered perspective on life, the universe and everything, when all around voices cry “Crucify.”
Stories Worth Telling
We tell ourselves stories. The most important stories are the ones we tell ourselves about our own life. Everyone has stories worth telling themselves. Stories that continue to interest, to instruct or caution, keep us circling back.
Both Sides Now
Waving goodbye to Beverly Hills from the back seat of Mom’s Studebaker Hawk, next I found myself living on a dead-end street in Canoga Park among Hispanic neighbors. Ethnically diverse, the population expanded the range between poverty and wealth.
“Bad Buddy”
Buddy showed up unannounced. Mom wondered how he found out where we lived. We did not have a phone, but he wouldn’t have called anyway. My mom looked through the peephole, hesitated when she saw it was her cousin Buddy, yet reluctantly she opened the door.
Adapting to Change
Adapting to life in Beverly Hills challenged everything I thought I knew about people and places. Academics and social skills got tested. Unable to become invisible, I tried harder to earn recognition and respect.