Author: Gaye Clark

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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When You Don’t Want to Go to Church

Suffering can be unspeakably isolating. It can feel pointless and drive us toward depression. Depression, in turn, can drive us toward despair. And despair often keeps us from corporate worship. Two years after my husband’s passing, the merciless cascade of grief tempted me to skip church. One Sunday I almost didn’t go because I couldn’t stop crying. Then I remembered it was communion Sunday, something my pastor called a means of grace. The possibility of grace nagged at me until I got out of bed and looked in the mirror. My swollen eyelids told me I could use all the...

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The Hidden Gift of Followership

What impression does the word follower conjure up? Ordinary? Our elitist culture has developed the notion that leadership is the inevitable goal for talented folks. How many bestsellers celebrate the merits of followership as opposed to leadership? What college enjoys record enrollment with Training Tomorrow’s Followers as its banner? Fiction has excellent examples of followers who don’t fit the stereotype. J. R. R. Tolkien described his famous follower, Sam Gamgee from the Lord of the Rings trilogy, this way: “One tiny Hobbit against all the evil the world could muster. A sane being would have given up, but Samwise...

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