Janet Paschal

C.S. Lewis wrote, “Those are the golden sessions, when our slippers are on, our feet spread toward the blaze. . . . Affection mellowed by the years enfolds us. Life – natural life – has no better gift to give.” Indeed, sir. Forty-four years ago I joined the singers of…

It reads like an afterthought: a casual claim within the grandiose story of creation. Following a narrative on solar and lunar systems comes this five-word sentence: “He also made the stars” (Gen.1: 16 NIV). Astrophysicists use the Hubble Space Telescope to map His sky. After spending hundreds of hours gathering…

I’ve written a couple of times about the old landscaper who took care of my home in Nashville. He loved what he did. He was like my friend who is a Master Gardener. A bed of rich, black soil is her happy place. She loves browsing through gardening books, nurseries,…

Two weeks ago, aboard Bill and Gloria Gaither’s Farewell Alaska Cruise, I made my way to the concert on the final night of the final Alaska cruise. There is a spiral staircase that takes you directly to the backstage area. I learned about this stairway from Gordon Mote, as I…

I’m sure someone warned me about one of the sadder consequences of aging: that you face loss upon loss, frequent goodbyes, and states of “missing” that leave you feeling dismantled, unclear, and strangely numb. We lost our mom slowly, as the thief of dementia stripped away her memories and her…