How I became a writer
Fifty years ago someone gave me a five-year-diary.  That was the beginning.  My entries were mundane; subjects included weather, activities at school or church, the number of eggs laid (I did chicken chores on our farm in Minnesota), and the like.  It wasn't until my sophomore year in high school that I had a teacher who encouraged me to write more than that.  So my writing grew with skits for church camp and reflections in poetry form and hasn't stopped since.
I suppose I've written hundreds if not thousands of "things" over the ensuing years, including responsive readings, articles on sports during graduate school, adaptations of books into plays, and many poems.
In 2006 I began my blog--Tuesday's Slice of Bread--at the urging of my friend Marilyn.  In 2009 I complied several pieces from both that blog and other files into my self-published book, Slices of Bread: Daily Grace for Women (also called Slices of Bread: Daily Grace for You).  I have followed this with another volume and am working on a third.
I thank God for giving me this gift--and responsibility--and wish only to honor Him in the use of it.

From my archives: Easter Anthem

Holy passion, wholly free
The sacrifice of Christ for me
Wholly free holy cost
The Saviour for the wholly lost.

How sweet it is to think of Christ,
And heaven in His presence,
To worship, holy, Him who died,
Who in my place was sacrificed,
That I might there have residence.

How great the agony which He felt
Who sinless here had wholly dwelt,
How immeasurable the pain
Of my sins penalty He freely bore,
Who rightly with the Father now reigns.

How on my face I rightly fall
To worship Him, the All in All.

from my archives: Christ the King

Matchless majesty,
King of all delights,
Holy and immortal,
Dwelling in light,
Dweller in light.

Low we bow before Thee,
High and lifted up,
Amazed that for us
You drank the sinner's cup.

From my archives: My Praise

O glorious holy Christ
That in my place was sacrificed;
The holy one all pure
Did the full wrathe of God endure.

So costly a gift, so costly a grace,
Purchased when Christ stood in my place
That I might stand in His.

From my archives: Some Words of Worship and Awe
How gracious, how merciful, are You, God most holy!
How merciful, how gracious, the only righteous One!
No one can stand before You
Except those who are equally holy,
Except those who are equally righteous,
Except those You made equally so.

How merciful, how gracious, that the only righteous One
Would deign to do this through His equally holy Son,
Who gives to those His righteousness who repent
For to this end He was sent,
The merciful, the gracious, the righteous, the only Holy.

Attitudes and Actions: Selected Scriptures
Philippians 2:1-4:  "So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind.  Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves.  Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others."
Colossians 3:17:  "And whatever you do, in word or in deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him."
Titus 2:11-14:  "For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age, waiting for the blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for himself a people for his own possession who are zealous for good works."
1 John 3:1-3:  "See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God, and so we are.  The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him.  Beloved, we are God's children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is.  And everyone who thus hopes in him purifies himself as he is pure."

Reflections on Philippians 2
I'm glad the Lord didn't say,
Father, I'd love to, but I'm busy that day;
It's not a good time to take the trip to Earth;
I'd rather not experience birth,
Life, difficulties, death;
Can't someone else give up their breath
For such sinful folk as Earth holds?
Instead, He said,
Yes, and came, and bled,
Pierced hand and head,
Gave up His life and prerogatives Divine,
Said, here is one I'll make Mine.
After all that how can I ever say,
Father, I'd love to, but I'm busy that day.