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.


Ruin—Your Choice

A church small-group was discussing personal commitment to Christ and how to translate it into everyday life, relationships, and business affairs. One man asked, “What would actually happen if I did business the way Christ wants me to? It could mean financial ruin!”...

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A Pint of Tears

I CRY A LOT. DOES THAT MAKE ME A CRYBABY? Maybe. Depends on what I’m crying about. Tears come off the shelf in an assortment of shapes and sizes. BAD TEARS—Tears of anger, self-pity, disappointment, frustration—all of them self-centered. I’ve been hurt; I’ve been...

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My very first blog was posted on October 6, 2011. That seems ancient history to me—especially when looking over all the blogs since then. My thanks to you who have stuck with me all these years, though some of you may have slid in more recently. WHY is this picture in...

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The Mind—A Tricky Thing

I AM MARRIED TO TWO HUSBANDS. The first is Jim-Bob. He jokes and joshes, but mostly in a land of thick fog, feeling his way across the landscape, sometimes bumping into things and people. A bleak and sometimes cheerless outlook, though many friends hover over him with...

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God's Rabbit Trail

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO SURGERY. Husband Jim might have died, had he not had a blood test for low testosterone. Low energy. Couldn’t climb hills. Can’t remember anything. Then friend Anita hands me a blurb about the connection between memory loss and...

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Author Eleanor Gustafson

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