How do I begin to write about a man who I only saw in his coffin as I stood in line to pay my respects? I hugged his beloved Edith, wife of almost 50 years, and thanked her for their work that impacted my life in such a huge way. I had spent twenty four hours on a Greyhound bus only to arrive in Rochester Minnesota to find out he had passed early that morning. It was May 15, 1984. I had exchanged letters with the Schaeffers while they were in Switzerland. One day when I

One of the sweetest voices in my life will be introduced later on, my Aunt Joan, gave the book, "My Utmost For His Highest," to me upon my graduation from high school. This daily devotional, by Oswald Chambers, was compiled from the shorthand notes taken by his wife at the many lectures and talks that he gave in his short life. His wife, Gertrude Hobbs, (he called her "Biddy," short for "Beloved Disciple,") bequeathed us an amazing gift when she did this. Oswald Chambers wa

(Fair warning: I write this story purely unable to do her justice. I will not be able to convey to you the fierce love I have for this woman who walked me through Old Testament, New Testament, Pauline epistles, Pneumatology, Greek, Hermeneutics and my life for four years in a way that simply defies words. But write, I must. Even though it will fall short.) Dr. Mattie E. Hart could have been a professor any where she wanted. She chose an obscure school in an historic town

Flagler College, established When Railroad Magnate, Henry Flagler, built his breathtaking Hotel Ponce de Leon in 1888, I am sure he had no idea that thousands of students would have their lives transformed as they lived and studied in these rooms. From Italian frescoed ceilings to authentic Tiffany stained Glass, from wood carved pillars and marble steps, from terracotta roofs and turrets to magnificently landscaped grounds, the details of the Hotel Ponce de Leon are an archi

Moving to Hilton Head Island in 1969 gave limited options for schooling. Although the island would begin growing at lightning speed, schools for the growing number of full time residents was on a slower growth process. The first school I attended was a fledgling "Sea Pines Academy" housed in a converted bowling alley. With more growth this moved into the annex of a Church, and then grew into a larger portion of those buildings. An intriguing option was the addition of an "

Some genius decided to produce a set of books called "The Nothing Book;" they were hardbound books with empty pages. My first one was all blank white pages and I filled it up with the musings of a 14 year old in love with all things nature. It was the 70s and I was a full blown flower child. My second nothing book had pages of the soft pastels of the rainbow. This one made it though a portion of the Appalachian Trail with campers from South Carolina's Bonnie Doone Planta

When Cousin Nan suggests you write for 31 days - well, it makes me want to write for 31 days!. Nan is one great daring adventure after another. She is my cousin, a mother to two daughters and three grand children. She is an entrepreneur, landlord, author and encourager of many such blog challenges. She is a fierce warrior for Christ and loves sharing the Gospel in word and deed. I imagine that being in her orbit day after day is magnificent. I only see her on occasion -