I’m Ready!

ScannedPicturesFrom Jen2 067 (2)It was Saturday, February 1, 2014.  I had gone up to Enid to visit my Dad in the hospital, arriving at 8:30 a.m..   Like the principal he was, he reported that he had already had to straighten out one of the nurses for having a bad attitude.

When the complete report was finished, Dad turned to me and said, “I need to testify to you!”  He pointed to the clock on the wall and said, “7:01!  Remember that, 7:01!  God spoke to me today at 7:01!” Continue reading

Yeah, I Remember That!

thOGEN3MNBIt was the first time in my life we didn’t have family Christmas.  As much as my parents love their family, Mom and Dad just weren’t physically up to having the family at their house.  We had all been together in late October to celebrate Dad’s 90th birthday.

I told Bonnie at that time, “Dad doesn’t look good.  He has lost a lot of weight and looks to me like he might be dying.” Still, I wasn’t prepared for the interruption of such a major family tradition.  I went on the first Friday of January to see Mom and Dad and exchange gifts.  Instead of sitting around the Christmas tree, Mom, Dad and I sat at their kitchen table.  That table is one of the safest places I know.  I always feel secure there.

After a while, Mom suggested we move into the den to be more comfortable.  I called Mom back and said, “Mom, would you mind if we sit at the table for just a little bit longer?”  Of course, she came back and sat down.  Continue reading

May I Walk You Home?

Walking With Jesus PMS-J7On September 17, 2012, God opened a door for me to become a hospice chaplain.  When I am asked to define what hospice is, I now answer, “Hospice is choosing the angels who will walk you home.”  I have had the opportunity to work with some amazing people who walk with people every day.  It is never an easy job, but it is rewarding in some unbelievable ways.  In order to mark this first anniversary, I would like to share some of the stories we have experienced that have touched my life. Continue reading

A Broken Arm and a Best Friend

broken-arm-graphicThe first time I saw it I was 6.  He turned his left wrist over and there it was!  A long, straight scar with eight “dots” where the stitching had been.  It didn’t scare me.  At six, I thought it would be a cool “Show and Tell” topic.  Since I didn’t go to kindergarten like some in my class, I was glad to make friends with the boy with the scar.  He said his name was John David Pollard (like the NFL player John David Crow). Continue reading