Author: Gaye Clark

A Lament for Valentines’ Day

Valentines’ Day has always been tricky for me. I was barely four years old when I caught my dad sneaking inside the house carrying a box of chocolates in a Barbie-pink box with a bow. They had to be for me. After all, everything in my room was pink. Nope. “These are for your mom.” He patted me on the head. “One day, when you’re someone’s sweetheart, you’ll be get one, too.” In college, my beau handed me a white box tied closed with a large red bow. After all these years, finally flowers! Roses or carnations? I didn’t...

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Should Younger Women Instruct Older Women?

Some years ago, I received an email from my much younger female boss, announcing with great enthusiasm she would be meeting with each of us individually to “mentor us in our roles at work as well as disciple us in the Lord.” Humph. I was a Christian nurse before she was born. Did she not understand that Titus 2 instructs older women to do the teaching? Her title clearly had gone to her head. If there was one thing that annoyed me, it was arrogance. I sent her a snarky reply which she rightly ignored. I didn’t like the...

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Empty Nest, Full Heart

Subaru has captured the quintessential where did the time go moment. In a recent commercial entitled Moving Out, a blonde-haired little boy packs up his belongings and puts them into the back of the family Impreza. His faithful puppy tags behind. Although way too young to venture out on his own, he remains undaunted in his task. He returns to his room for another box. Something feels strange here. His dad, looking out into the hall from a bedroom, raises an eyebrow when he sees an oversized box making its way down the stairs. His little boy, barely visible...

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Grateful I Missed My Calling

I didn’t grow up thinking I’d be a nurse. I wanted to write best-selling novels that changed people’s lives and made me lots of money. So I could give the money away of course. But when it came time to declare a college major, I chickened out on chasing the dream. Did I have what it took to be a journalist, a novelist, or any kind of writing-ist? Uncertain and too scared to find out, I opted for nursing school, thinking it a safer option. My lifetime stint at second- choice nursing turned out okay, though it was anything...

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I Still Do

More than 28 years ago, Jim knelt beside me, fought back his tears, and read from Ephesians. “Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.” He reached for my hands and held them tightly. “I could never be all the things that are in this passage, but . . . ” “I do” came within the year. My bridesmaid whispered to me at the reception, “When I saw the way he looked at you when he said his vows, I just about died. Oh, to have a godly man look at me like...

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