Rhubarb to History

One a metaphor for how you handle life; the other a valuable learning tool and direct line to the pioneers who have ventured before us. Whether Manifest Destiny or the conquered foe, history croons a ballad  in our ears, drawing us to the wonderment of lives and lands of the past.


I write of the black eyes of nations and the failure of leaders. I weave the proud and sordid truth through the fiery characters of my mind to take you, the reader, on an unforgettable journey. A Journey through tragedy, secrets, regret, and God’s undeniable grace.


After twenty-five years in the front of a high school classroom, I began my second career as a writer, working freelance. I was successful, writing for weekly and monthly periodicals. I still write Sunday School quarterlies and curriculum for one publisher. I even won an award for one of my Children’s books. But, alas. God stretched my mind and heart. There was to be more.

My love of history drew me into a life of historical fiction addiction over the years. Why not write what I love to read? I dared to step out and begin writing Inspirational Historical Fiction. If I could no longer guide minds and hearts into discovery from a teacher’s podium, I would do it from the pages of a book.

If you’ve followed my blogs before, now you know why I’ve set aside my gardening tools and allegorical garb to don my explorer gear to boldly go where (this woman) has not gone before. To bravely seek out new stories. I hope you will follow me in my journey.

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The Parade Paradox

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what do they have in common?

Ah, yes, parades – every summer. I’d sit on the curb and watch as each entry passed in front of me. Sure, I could still see the tail gates of pickup trucks, once they passed. I could see the “remains” left behind by the horses that had previously pranced by. I could even see a little of what was coming down the block , or hear the music from the band that I could not yet see. Mostly, it was only what was before me that I could see well.

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We experience time like I used to watch the parade:One participant at a time as it appears before us. God sees that same parade (time) from a helicopter. He sees the beginning, the end, the middle – all at once. He can see what is coming toward me.

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Maybe you experience a difficult storm at thirty, because you have a tornado coming in your life at fifty. Can you brave the storm now, because you know God is up there in that helicopter watching out for you?  Perhaps that answer to prayer is on the way. You’ve been taking it to Jesus for years now. Could it be a block away? Can you trust Him with your tomorrows?

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Sure, you could get up and leave your spot at the curb. You could say, “This is nuts, this is a lousy parade!” News Flash. It’s the only parade. It is not to be avoided, but rather experienced. To leave the parade, would be to escape God.

God sees the WHOLE parade

The very best, most exciting entry in the parade is at the end. We’ve seen pictures of it. We’ve heard about it. It’s there. We anticipate it. We are impatient for it. If only we knew how long this parade is? What we do know is that at the end, we will forget the off-key middle school band, the flies around the horse droppings, and the ear-drum piercing siren on the fire truck.

God is waiting for us at the end of the parade. He will open His arms wide and invite us to join him in the middle of the street    “…and so always (through the eternity of the eternities) we shall be with the Lord! Therefore comfort and encourage one another with these words.” (1 Thess. 4:17b,18 Amp)

Do you know of other illustrations that help explain time? I’d like to hear them.

If you don’t feel confident about the end of the parade. Grab your Bible. The following verses will help you to know for certain if you will join God at the end of the parade.

  • Romans 3:10           Romans 3:23        Romans 14:12          Romans 6:23          Romans 5:8
  • Romans 4:24-25    Romans 5:10         Romans 5:18            Romans 10:13        Romans 10:9
  • Romans 5:1-2          Romans 5:11         Romans 12:12          Romans 6:11,14      Romans 8:16,17
  • Romans 8:28          Romans 12:2         Romans 15:16

“Why Rhubarb?” you ask?


As a young girl growing up in rural Iowa, I spent most of my waking hours outdoors. I had a swing in the locust tree outside my bedroom window and was forced to do hard labor weeding the family garden. Near the garden was a beautiful mound of rhubarb. Every year I couldn’t wait for those juicy, sour stalks to mature so I could eat them. They never made it into a pie or onto the kitchen table. Nope. I would munch on them all day long while I played outside.

Why do kids seem to like sour things??  I loved sour pickles, lemons, and rhubarb – anything to put a pucker on my face. I remember my own daughter as a toddler eating dill pickles and lemons, sitting in her high chair making the most awful face. A moment later she’d be reaching for more. My students in school loved those Cry Babies and Sour Patch something-or-others. I can’t abide much sour or pucker anymore.

It Is What It Is

I’ve learned something through the years: people eat rhubarb in different ways. They have ways of making it more palatable to them, but it’s still rhubarb. It’s still that crunchy, red colored, stripy, stringy, stalky treat.

Life is kind of like rhubarb. It is what it is.  Like it the way it is or make it the way you like it. I ask you though: are you willing to take what comes your way, even if it means some puckering here and there? Can you get used to the pucker-power of life on this earth without trying to change its true flavor?

In a letter to the Church of Philippi, Paul said:

…I have learned how to be [f] content (satisfied to the point where I am not disturbed or disquieted) in whatever state I am.” (Philippians 4:11 Amplified)

 How Do You Like Your Rhubarb?

In later posts I’ll talk about changing our taste buds a bit so the pucker-power of the daily grind doesn’t encourage those frown lines and crow’s feet we all dread.