Discovering Hidden Blessing in a Place of Sorrow

In 1968, at age 60, my father had a heart attack. For a man who was a carpenter and had to work with his hands to make a living, this changed everything.  After his heart attack, my father took a remodeling job in an adjoining city with a plan for a house to...

Paving A New Way

Jan and I were driving north on Interstate 5 in Oregon when we entered a construction zone. We slowed and formed a single lane of traffic as directed by an electronic road sign. On the other side of the freeway, a large paving machine was inching its way forward...