Words of Hope: Overflowing with Thankfulness

Dad liked to use a jar illustration to help people diagnose the quality of their thoughts and words. Picture a large glass jar in which you can inspect all the contents. Imagine putting your thoughts and comments in the...

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Words of Hope: Sing for Joy to the Lord

Dad loved to sing, and for a long time, he was not good—so poor people thought he purposely mocked the song when he sang in church. Yet, Dad still sang— in church and in public. He loved to sing...

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Words of Hope: Full Armor and Prayer

I love history with all my heart, especially World War 2, perhaps because I know Dad loved Winston Churchill, or because I lived in Germany, or maybe because I have always wanted to know why this massive war of...

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Words of Hope: The Need to be Seen

My Dad noticed people that many do not—people mopping floors, or bussing tables, people who were often unseen or unrecognized. He treated everyone he met as a miracle with infinite value. I recently met a pastor from Colorado at...

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Words of Hope: Every Thought Captive

Dad valued quality thinking. For most of us, we assume whatever we think about is reality. A thought enters our head, and we unequivocally believe it. Dad told me to imagine thoughts like people trying to get into an...

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Words of Hope: Little Things

One of Dad's favorite sayings was, "Yard by yard, life is hard, but inch by inch, life's a cinch." Dad would often counsel me on a project that felt overwhelming to take one step at a time. Make one...

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Words of Hope — Be Anxious for Nothing

I opened up Dad’s journal from 1987 recently. The year I survived a severe car accident on my way to school. The entry date was May, but I could tell Dad was still navigating the fear of that terrible...

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Words of Hope — Heaven Minded

Dad met with his doctor for the last time in July. A cancer doctor is such a massive part of a cancer patient’s life. My dad had several cancer doctors, a number who have prayed and cried with him...

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Words of Hope — Not by Might

When I was a young girl in Birmingham, Alabama, mustard became available for purchase in a new plastic bottle. Before this new packaging, we had glass jars for mustard which we would access with a knife or spoon. This...

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Words of Hope — Wait for the Lord

Dad was not the best at waiting when he was younger. He disliked waiting in line or at the doctor's office. With cancer, you spend many hours of your life in waiting rooms. Dad learned to love to wait....

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