All posts by Gwen Tippett


On a cold Thursday night in the winter of 1987, I received a devastating phone call. It was after the dinner hour, and I was giving the kids a bath before I put them in bed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. One of my best friends, Vicki, who was also a secretary in the school office, … Read More


In the spring of 1967, I graduated from high school with a little bit of fear and a great deal of anticipation. I knew that God wanted me to go to a certain Bible college, but I had no savings account, and my parents had not been able to put back any money either. I … Read More


As our girls were growing up, we occasionally sent them on treasure hunts, which they loved. At Easter, I put together a small basket, filled with treats like hair bows, underwear stuffed inside plastic eggs, and a little chocolate bunny. But instead of just giving them the baskets, Ricky would hide them, and we’d make … Read More


It was a blistering summer day, and the children were relieved to get off the bus. They crowded together at the door of the air conditioned building. At that moment, a strange grinding sound stopped them and caused them to turn back toward the huge orange bus that was pulling away. One by one, their … Read More


What were you thinking before you opened this blog? Good thoughts? Happy thoughts? Sad thoughts? Worry? Fear? What was on your mind? We hear a lot these days about meditation. My hairdresser told me last time I went that she was going to give yoga meditation classes. She’ll probably have a good number of ladies … Read More


I was putting my salt and pepper shakers away on Sunday when some words I heard many years ago popped into my head. They were not life-changing or even that important. So why would I remember them so clearly? The time was 1967 and I was at a small Bible college. My work assignment was … Read More


Grandmama Reel, as we called her, was a very energetic, hard-working woman. She would get up at 4:00 in the morning and boil a hen for lunch, then put on her wide brim hat and make her way to the chicken coop out back to gather the warm eggs. After that, she would don her … Read More


It was around midnight, but the city was still awake and very much alive. There was some traffic on the streets and people on the sidewalks were talking and laughing as though it were the middle of the day. We were in Sao Paulo, Brazil, on a Sunday night in June. Ricky has spoken in … Read More


It’s nearly spring and time to get out the gardening tools! Some of my earliest memories of my parents include seeing them in the garden, either planting seeds or young plants, hoeing the weeds, or picking the vegetables. So it was a natural thing for them to decide to teach me and my sisters how … Read More