The Whisper Within

" Believing that God powers strange coincidences and the journey that lies ahead."


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As Kipper and I walk the tree-lined streets, the orange, red, and yellow leaves captivate me. I feel like I’m no longer in Santa Barbara but transported to a beautiful, crisp fall day in a Chicago suburb. 

I recall the easy friendships.

Those I love and those who have loved me.

Maybe I’m feeling a little bit sentimental, but I get that way around the holidays.

I stopped at a park bench, texted a few friends, sent private messages on Facebook, and called some others.

Here is the list:

– the boy who had a high school locker next to mine, who always had a smile and encouraging words.

– My first California friend.

– the girl who keeps my friend group together

– my high school best friend

– my sorority pledge sister

– the boy I worked with when I was 16.

– my college roommate.

– my siblings. 

The message is always the same. You saw me. I see you. I love you, and you are important to me.

That’s what’s so great about Thanksgiving. It is a day to pause and really love and be thankful for those who have made a difference in your life.

As Kipper and I make our way back home, I see this rock on the sidewalk that says it all.

“When the power of love overcomes the need for power. The world will know peace.”

So this Thanksgiving…

Who can you call?

Who can you see? 

Who can you love?

Make the call. Send the text.

Will you do it?

Have a blessed Thanksgiving!


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A Full life. A Full heart.

I’m sitting at O’Hare Airport, waiting for my flight back to Santa Barbara.

As I sip on my mint tea, images like Polaroids flutter through my mind.

I take out my phone and tap my photo app and scroll through the smiles of my high school friends. My dimples raise as I recall the fun night we had as we got together for an impromptu high school reunion.

Hinsdale South class of 1985
“The gang”

I keep scrolling through my photos and I see other smiles, smiles of my sorority sisters, and a fun Sunday gathering. A smirk crosses my face as I recall giggling like schoolgirls as we retold goofy stories of our college adventures.

My sorority sisters.

I put down my phone, lean back in the airport chair and close my eyes. Thoughts of walking in my old neighborhood this past week, flutter through my mind. As I walk down memory lane, I reminisce of boys that I kissed, friends that I had, and backyard tent-outs with the group that I called “the gang.”

It is like I’m sixteen years old again, and just had my first kiss. I’m feeling nothing but butterflies. The innocence of youth.

I hear the flight attendant announce, “We will be boarding shortly flight 742 to Santa Barbara…” I sit up and take another sip of tea and can’t help but thank God for all the lives that have made an impression on my life.

Some were my first loves. Some allowed me to be silly and goofy. Some are my forever friends. They all have touched my life and impacted me to become who I am today.

I look out the window at the plane that I’m ready to board and think, I am pretty lucky. I have lived a good life. I have had a lot of wonderful friends and still have a lot of wonderful friends.

The flight attendant announces,”We are now ready to board flight 742 to Santa Barbara.” I stand up and grab my carry-on and wheel it towards the gate.

I get in line and a quiet smile covers my face, as I see families and couples getting in line around me. I receive a text from a Santa Barbara friend offering to pick me up from the airport.

I smile and think ,I may be single but I am not alone. I am loved. I am cared for. I am blessed.

I pull my rollaboard forward and head toward the plane.

“…a sweet friendship refreshes the soul.” Proverbs 27:9