by Valerie Morikone | Guest Blogs
Finding out something unexpected (as long as it’s a good thing) is a lot of fun, and this spring, my husband Dan and I traveled to Wisconsin to visit my family roots. Plans were to visit the areas where both sets of my grandparents and also my mom and dad had lived....
by Valerie Morikone | Guest Blogs
Hands—they really do tell a story. Calloused hands usually mean hard work that stains the palms, and the fingertips have callouses. Dishwater hands—they can look chapped and show a tender red color. One day, my mind began wondering about the hands of Jesus. Not the...
by Valerie Morikone | Guest Blogs
When you’re twenty, 50 years seems like such a long time. But the months and years have waved goodbye and the special milestone my husband Daniel and I had been reaching for finally arrived. August 11, 1974, was now August 11, 2024, and five decades were behind us as...
by Valerie Morikone | Guest Blogs
Growing up without wearing glasses, I do remember some friends in early elementary school who wore them—Evelyn, Roger, Freddie, and Freida, to recall a few. No one in my immediate family wore glasses, but when I was ten years old, I remember my mother getting her...
by Valerie Morikone | Guest Blogs
Receiving new eyes to understand someone else’s situation allows empathy to dwell in our heart. Empathy means we not only feel sorry for someone, but that we come alongside them because our heart is touched by the feelings they are experiencing. We have a new...
