Author: Pam

I went to a happy place this morning. I love waterfront so strolled downtown Kirkland, WA, for several miles. Last night I had viewed four testimonies of unfathomable torture on a production from Voice of the Martyrs. I will be picking up on writing about my studies at YWAM Wiler at week three next but…

It is summer and the bikes are out. My neighborhood has no lack of children unless, of the 72 homes there is someone praying for a baby so I will pray. Driving slowly through the streets is now especially important. Yesterday I encountered about a dozen bikes, so paused as they passed. Many are too…

This is not an important post but an interesting post. I stopped writing down words a month ago. I have been reading a variety of books and noting the meanings of “new” words. Some of these writers are either from another planet or know more languages and words than me. I started a list to…

4/27/23 There is No Maybe So Some of you may have noticed that I have been other places lately. I thought I would let you in a bit on the how, when, where, and why of my leaving 9/29/22 and returning 4/2/23. If you have been following my blog, pamschmoll.com, this is old news! It…

It was a long day but needed to become longer. So off to Westgate Chapel in Edmonds for a forum on Worldview formation last evening. I happen to have this definition handy from our YWAM London class on this subject from February 2023. We heard brilliant analysis from Joseph Backholm, a native of Washington State,…

BLOG 6/7/23 I’m Not Special I said that to a very dear friend after she surprised me with a most wonderful gift. I was so stunned that what I really thought came out of my mouth and I feel ashamed. It was a few days ago and I knew I needed to write about it…

It has been a wild eight months. Today I am in Idaho. So many stories. I think about the future a lot lately. And I think about the cross and what I can do now or not do. In Idaho there are many churches but I have seen two or three this week with an…

I read this recently in ‘Our Daily Bread’ on 2 Cor 4:16-5:5. I will not repeat what the author, Arthur Jackson, has so brilliantly written but as a mature person I can feel like a ‘tired tent’. I was so happy to learn that I had not fractured any bones in a fall that took…

Yesterday I saw a friend I met 50 years ago for the first time in 30 years. In catching up I observed that there are too many stories so stick to the most powerful. So, when I was chasing a rabbit down a sad trail my friend interrupted me with, “So, what about the future?”…

THE NEW FAMILIAR by embracing the unfamiliar I have been home one week and am still looking for the toaster. I had emptied some rooms to make space for a friend and it will take time to put my home back together. I did hang two pictures exactly where they had been last year. Then…