Linda Jensen leads a relatively quiet life in Westchester County, New York, as the owner of a highly-acclaimed garden. Inherited from her parents, the garden is her pride and joy. What is not so joyful is finding a strange man sprawled near her delphiniums! The mysterious man is sick, unable to do anything more than drink water—and beg for secrecy. Ignoring all alarm bells, Linda sees to his needs, but her caring act takes on unexpected significance, an unpresentable glory.


The Inner Me

IN THE PROCESS OF CLEANING OUT FILE DRAWERS, I came across photos from long ago. I looked pretty good back then! Add a few decades; what do I look like now? I can still smile and wiggle my hips, but what do I look like at my WORST moments? An atheist artist offered to...

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What’s Beyond?

AT THE RISK OF BEING A BORE, I’m talking cancer again but grubbing deeper. I, being 85, am treating my #4 lung differently than most people would, though if I had  young children or were a Somebody, then fighting it with everything available would make perfect sense....

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A Gamble—or Faith?

First, some good news. After two years of squirrels embezzling all my peaches, God intervened! I‘ve had only two squirrel sightings this year, and neither of them (thanks be to God) got a whiff of peach breath! Woodchucks look up hopefully, waiting for drops and...

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A Shift of Residence

LOOKING WAY AHEAD, where will you be in five-hundred years? Will time In heaven even be measured in years,? When will you die? None of us knows for sure. Sudden death happens, but for those of us who long to see the face of Jesus, the actual length of life doesn’t...

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Cancer, Part 2

  For the 90% of you who might not have picked up from my last blog that I may have LUNG CANCER (biopsy still to come), here’s Part 2 of what God is doing in my life. Admittedly, my news was sort of buried in the middle of last week's post, and as Cousin Sally pointed...

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Author Eleanor Gustafson

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