I’ve always loved books since childhood, when I read under the covers with a flashlight.
After college graduation I moved to Los Angeles to work with an inner-city ministry where I taught children, teens and adults about Jesus.
Living with threats on our lives, fear, and watching God at work in others led me to search out why I had hope.
When people asked “Why you, a middle-class suburban girl, in a ghetto?”, the Lord asked me, “If not you, who?”
After ten years, I returned to my home area, where I became a corporate Human Resources manager and met my first husband. We enjoyed twenty and a half years together before he contracted a terminal illness and passed away.
Becoming widowed at a young age made me lose hope for awhile. But it also allowed me to experience God’s faithfulness during the hardest time of my life.
After Jerry’s death, my healing included writing about grief and recovery.
I took writing courses, attended writers’ conferences, submitted articles for publication, and began work on a novel inspired by my father’s family’s escape from Ukraine.
For me, hope requires placing my confidence in the promises of God as I watch Him work around me in small and large things…from finding a parking spot in a crowded lot, to marrying my wonderful second husband, to seeing a friend commit her life to Christ shortly before she died.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
While my first husband and I waited for a transplant in Florida, I learned everyone has a story. One needs only to take time to listen. We shared laughter and tears with the third longest-running rodeo clown in the United States as he asked where we found hope.
In sterile hospital rooms, I listened to the young woman whose fiancée fought his last battle with cancer.
Became close with the nurse whose husband died.
Connected with the father of a vital 21-year-old who, through a tragic accident, was now a quadriplegic.
Became long-term friends with the wonderful family whose husband and father passed.
And with each, I shared my hope in Christ, which several of them also experienced.
God tells us to “cast our cares on Him, for he cares for us.” And he’s given us each other to help share those loads.
Many of us go through times of discouragement, depression, or confusion. Don’t go it alone. I’ve tried that and it doesn’t work!
Reach out to someone who will listen, love you right where you are, and help you find your way back to hope as you allow God to heal your broken places.
The apostle Paul said, ‘He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.’
Together, let’s discuss those probing questions about how we can become more aware of the God moments in our lives.
Let’s work through the pain of loss, illness, fear, anxiety.
And yes, let’s give ourselves permission to escape through tales of authentic struggles and resolution, ending in hope.
Connecting doesn’t take a lot of effort, time or money. A dip in here, a toe in the water there…a link that says I care about you and the struggles you face. Because I face them too.
I live in the Silicon Valley. The pace is fast, rejection, pressure and stimulation are high, and “work-life balance” is an unfamiliar phrase.
I volunteer with a faith-based middle school club, mentor several women, and enjoy one-on-ones with friends over a latte, lunch or Diet Coke.
I’d love to speak to your Bible study or book group about working in the ghetto, losing a spouse and remarriage, or my ancestry in Ukraine and our family’s flight to freedom in 1929.
To invite me to your book club, to speak, or simply be in touch, please email me with preferred dates, topic of interest, name and size of group, and your contact information.