Posts Tagged ‘intimacy’

Always Only a Prayer Apart

June 7, 2013

This simple prayer comforted the writer when she was a nine-year-old homesick camper and it continues to strengthen the bonds between her family members today. I love what it represents. Melinda Mallory of Southlake, Texas, wrote this story for the June 2013 issue of Guideposts magazine.

MY MOTHER’S SCRIPTURAL CURE FOR HOMESICKNESS
A child’s anxiety over being away from home is eased by a special Bible verse

girl-prayingWith my kids and husband out for the afternoon, it was a good time to go through the box of things I’d brought home from Mom’s house on my last visit. The old photos made me wish she lived close enough to see every day. I reached into the box and pulled out a scrap of paper.

Is this…? I unfolded it and gasped. “It can’t be!”

Written in faded marker was a verse from Genesis: “The Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another.”

At once I was nine years old again, watching Mom pack my trunk for summer camp. I’d never been away from home alone for so long before. “Please don’t make me go, Mom!” I cried.

“It will be fun, Melinda,” Mom said. “You’ll make lots of new friends. You can write every day and tell me all the fun things you’re doing.”

I dissolved into tears. Mom gathered me in her arms and rocked me. “I have an idea,” she said. “The two of us can (more…)

Blue RIbbons and Buffoonery

June 16, 2012






In an e-mail exchange with my friend, Myke Smitley, he said he was impressed that I used my personal life stories to illustrate points in my book, Through God’s Eyes: Finding Peace and Purpose in a Troubled World. Myke wrote:









I was just emailing with a friend–who is a founder and facilitator of seminars for individuals and businesses who are ready for evolutionary truths–about the issue of personal story telling as a teaching tool. He wrote: “As you very well know, it is not easy to declare yourself so publicly. It opens up the door for all sorts of criticism and feedback.”





Although he considers himself a very private person, Myke made the difficult decision to step out from the shadows of anonymity and reveal himself to the world in order to make a more profound impact with his book, The Great Circle: Journey to Where: the Wheel of Destiny Obeys Our Free Will.  He explains his reasoning in the following excerpt from his book:





It is for good reasons that I have mentioned here these personal things about my own psychological dynamics and have again brought up the Medicine Wheel Way. First, I have been (more…)

Love Is Now or Never

November 5, 2011

"Stolen Kiss" by Pierre Michaud (NouvellesImages.com)




Spiritual partners make nourishing their relationship a priority and revel in dreaming up new ways to express their love for each other.






Knowing how to keep our excitement for another person alive is not different from knowing how to keep alive our excitement for life.
Nathaniel Branden

They know that the full potential of their life together will be achieved only through (more…)

Love Letters

May 20, 2009

tons-of-wwii-era-lettersWhile cleaning out my dad’s storage room four years after he died, I opened a file cabinet drawer and there they were: neat bundles of letters from my grandfather to my father. During my dad’s service in World War II, his father wrote him a letter every single day. My dad was the envy of his buddies, many of whom rarely received mail. More than once, my grandfather wrote to them too, at my dad’s request, so his buddies wouldn’t feel so homesick.

daddy-and-erin-alnwick-castle

Daddy and Erin at Alnwick Castle when I visited there for a week

My dad was a carbon copy of his father—smart, clever, and kind-hearted. I did my best to carry the torch when my daughter, Erin, flew to England in the spring of 1998 to study abroad for five months at Alnwick Castle, not far from Scotland. Like my grandfather before me, I wrote my cub a letter every single day. Twice, I remember, I was in bed for the night until I was jolted upright by the realization that I hadn’t written her daily letter—so I hopped out of bed and fired up the computer. Erin kept her letters too, just as her grandfather had. And like my grandfather, I wrote to a couple of my daughter’s friends who rarely received mail from home and were feeling homesick.

The power of regular letter writing cannot be overstated. Even if (more…)