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Grandpa’s smile

Grandpa’s smile

Joyce Suttin

He lay covered in white hospital sheets, hooked up to a tangle of tubes and wires. As I approached, I barely recognized him—the pasty skin, the sunken cheeks—but when he... »

Candles and prayers

Candles and prayers

Joyce Suttin

There are some verses I’ve had a very difficult time with. One of them is “Pray continually.” [[1 Thessalonians 5:17 NIV]] That verse is often on my mind, and I’ve learne... »

Practicing empathy

Practicing empathy

Joyce Suttin

I was watching an interview last Sunday, and the guest was asked, “What’s the greatest need in the world today?” Without hesitation, he responded, “Empathy. The world nee... »

My very bad week

My very bad week

Joyce Suttin

One or two things going wrong in my week aren’t the end of the world. I can handle a few bad things. I know that every week has its allotment of issues, and I’m used to d... »

Facing change and trimming trees

Facing change and trimming trees

Joyce Suttin

The tree trimmers finally showed up. I’d been nervously waiting for them, both looking forward to them pruning my trees and also terrified of what the outcome might be. I... »

Between a rock and a hard place

Between a rock and a hard place

Joyce Suttin

I’d been going through a few tough weeks, when I began questioning my faith. Not questioning God, but questioning how much faith I had to face difficulties. I’d also been... »

The long dark night

The long dark night

Joyce Suttin

I had walked to the health store, ten blocks from home, to pick up some vitamins. Though I loved walking and made this trip often, something felt different that day. I ha... »

A lesson from Bo

A lesson from Bo

Joyce Suttin

Bo was our golden lab who loved to swim in our pool. He lived for his exercise, and the pool was his domain. One day, my son was learning new strokes and tried the dead m... »

The postman’s palace

The postman’s palace

Joyce Suttin

It was a simple, mundane life, the life of Ferdinand Cheval. He was born in 1836 in a village southeast of Lyon, France, where he attended school for only six years until... »

Kitchen whiz

Kitchen whiz

Joyce Suttin

You can hear me banging pots in the kitchen. Slamming doors and rattling glassware, I hastily put away the dishes. Clanging loudly, I slam the iron pot on the stove. Mom... »

My journals

My journals

Joyce Suttin

I was doing some organization and deep cleaning of my belongings. This is the longest I have ever lived in the same house, and I’ve accumulated a lot of things. In the co... »

The vine

The vine

Joyce Suttin

One of my most pleasant childhood memories is lying on the bench beneath Grandma’s grape arbor on a hot summer day and munching on fresh grapes. Years later, when I was m... »