Pull up a chair and a cup of coffee while I share stories of God’s faithfulness during seasons of caring for parents while raising a family.
It was an El Nino year and for southern California that means buckets of rain. Day after day. Week after week.
One year ago today I held my dad’s hand as he saw the face of Jesus. His battle with cancer was over and his mind was free from the confusion the tumors in his brain was causing.
The month of September is one of beginnings. Schools starts, the air starts to transition from summer to fall. Even some day planners begin in September rather than January.
I wrote my first words in a real journal about 27 years ago and over the years I have filled pages of a variety of journals.
