FATHER'S DAY

 

My grandmother Isabel was a founding member of the Father's Day Committee.  I can't find her in this picture.  Maybe you can.  Father's Day Picnic Spokane, WA 1915.

I’m so thankful that we have a day set aside to honor fathers. It’s a meaningful time to reflect on and celebrate the powerful difference a father can make in a child’s life.

To underscore that impact, researchers Fagan and Palm from the Institute for Family Studies shared this insight—click here to read the whole report.

The term “activation relationship” describes the emotional bond between fathers and children that enables the child to feel safe to take both physical and social risks and explore their environment. … When fathers interact with sensitivity and warmth, they provide a secure base for exploration and encourage children to go out into the world and then come back to share with [their] fathers.

That quote resonates deeply with me. Reflecting on my own father, I realize he must have done a good job—because I left home at 18 and never looked back. My dreams unfolded by the grace of God just as I hoped. I found myself traveling the world: first by car, train, bus, steamboat, and airplane.

Later, I was fortunate to marry a man who shared that same love of adventure—especially through sailing. Even more importantly, I was blessed to have a husband who loved his children wholeheartedly.

Interestingly, Spokane was already a vibrant place back in 1915. The women of the community planned a special Father’s Day picnic in one of the city’s beautiful parks. (See photo above.)

The Spokesman Review recently shared a powerful story about the origins of Father’s Day, which started right here in Spokane.
One highlight from that story was about the descendants of Sonora Smart Dodd, the woman credited with founding the holiday. Her great-granddaughter, Betsy Roddy—the last direct descendant—continues to honor that legacy. Each year, she writes two Father’s Day cards: one to her father, and one to her great-grandmother. It’s a touching family tradition that keeps Sonora Dodd’s vision alive and reminds us all of the lasting impact of fatherhood.

This year’s Father’s Day celebration in Spokane marked a special milestone and served as a reminder of how fathers help build strong, resilient communities.

I am filled with gratitude for fathers—both past and present.

As Luke 11:11 reminds us:
"What father among you, if his son asks for a fish, will instead of a fish give him a serpent?"

SALUTING 250 YEARS OF DUTY, HONOR, AND COUNTRY

 

Photo by Chris

My experience as a Sponsor with the ROTC Sponsor Corps at Eastern Washington University back in 1965 was thoroughly enjoyable. We marched every day, practicing for military parades—and I loved every minute of it.

That said, the scene described above may be all too familiar when a drill sergeant singles out a new recruit in an effort to toughen him up. Some recruits respond well to this kind of challenge, while others look for creative ways to avoid it altogether. I've heard of recruits becoming drivers for officers or working as company photographers—clever ways to steer clear of the drill sergeant’s attention.

Kitchen Patrol (KP) is another strategy that sometimes works. If you show up at 3 a.m. to peel potatoes, you might just earn the rest of the day off. Of course, I’ve never been in the military myself, so I can only speak from what I’ve heard.

Now, looking ahead to this Saturday in Washington, D.C., there will be a celebration marking 250 years of the U.S. Army. Congratulations to all our brave warriors on this incredible milestone!

DUCKS, FLOWERS, AND YELLOWJACKETS

 

Photo by Chris 2016 Monroe, WA

William Spurstowe (1605–1666), a Puritan clergyman, saw sermons everywhere. "Knotty trees. Crumbling walls. Flying insects. A gentle breeze. For Spurstowe, everything was an opportunity to think about God." After sixty years of such reflection, he wrote a book entitled The Spiritual Chemyst, detailing this practice.  Click here to read the "Cripplegate" article.

In many ways, I can relate to Spurstowe’s view. God has comforted me, surprised me, and even warned me through His creation—sometimes in ways I only understood in hindsight.

When I lost my sister, for instance, He sent a cheerful robin. I watched it search for worms, and in that simple moment, I felt a quiet reassurance, a small mercy in the middle of grief. At another time, I attended a memorial for the sister of an acquaintance. During the service, the surviving sister mentioned that yellow roses were her sister’s favorite flower. After her passing, a yellow rose unexpectedly sprouted in her garden—something she hadn’t planted, as far as she knew. A small, surprising sign of beauty and comfort.

God’s timing has also been startling. When our son Jes was 11, I allowed him to go to the store with two 12-year-old friends. I was uneasy about him crossing a busy street before turning 12, but the older boys promised to look after him. While I was at a farmers market, a yellow jacket stung me near my eye. It hurt enough that I decided to head home to remove the stinger. Just as I pulled into the driveway, Gary came running to tell me Jes had been hit by a car.

We rushed to the scene. The people who had hit him had placed a pillow under his head but hadn’t moved him. Shortly after, an ambulance arrived. At the hospital, we learned Jes had only sustained contusions and abrasions. I can’t help but think—if that yellow jacket hadn’t stung me, no one would have known where I was, or how to reach me. Even in a moment of pain, God was guiding the timing.

And then there are the times God simply delights us.

Years ago, Chris began saying we needed “more ducks in the world.” I thought it was one of his jokes. Our friends in Oregon gifted him a stuffed toy duck, which we still have. Soon he was collecting rubber ducks, then toy ducks of all kinds. It was whimsical and sweet. Then, when we moved to a condo in Monroe, our backyard became home to a real flock of ducks. How God surprises us—sometimes even with the desires of our hearts. I think Chris is over ducks now (at least, he hasn’t added to his collection recently), but the memory reminds me how God listens, even when we’re only half-serious.

All we have to do is look to see that God is near to us—in grief, in protection, in joy.

Psalm 145:18
The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth.

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