Pictures posted

My husband and ministry partner, Dean, takes pictures at all my speaking engagements. To see the pictures, which are on my Facebook Author & Speaker page, click on the date of the event. Events are listed by date, with the most recent first.

June 8, 2019 – Ladies Banquet, Kenwood Church of the Nazarene, Clymer, PA (Topic: God’s Recipe Box)

June 4, 2019 – Luncheon, Aldersgate United Methodist Church, Montgomery, AL (Topic: Treasures in Jars of Clay: How to Age with Grace)

April 27, 2019 – Harmony Grove Lutheran Church Women Growing in Faith Ladies Day Out, Creekside, PA  (Topic: God’s Recipe Box)

November 3, 2018 – Ladies Fall Retreat, Kittanning First Church of God, Kittanning, PA (Topic: Beautiful in God’s Eyes)

April 7, 2018 – Harmony Grove Lutheran Church Women Growing in Faith Ladies Day Out, Creekside, PA  (Topic: New Beginnings)

March 25, 2017 – Ladies Day Out, Harmony Grove Lutheran Church, Creekside, PA (Topic: A Hat for Every Season)

All photos (c) Wilbur D. Huey

My Father’s Lap



In the shadow of thy wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by. – Psalm 57:1 (RSV)

When I was growing up, there was only one place where I could escape my mother’s wrath—my father’s lap. I was an impulsive child, and my mother wasn’t blessed with patience, so when our wills clashed, sparks flew.

Mom was the firestorm; Dad the quiet stream. I loved them both, but it was to Dad I turned when I needed a listening ear or when I just needed cuddled. Curled up in his lap, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling his arms around me, was the safest place in the world.

Fast forward forty years. I am now a mother, still a bit impulsive, fiery when I get going. My husband is like my father—a soothing balm to my blistering heat. One of my children has impulsively done something that could cast a dark shadow over the future. I am so furious, I shake. I feel heat radiating from my face.

“How could you do this?” I shout. “When we get home, you will tell your father what you’ve done.”

But the scene doesn’t turn out as I expect. There, curled up in my husband’s lap, is our errant, remorseful child.

Fast forward eight more years. I am now a grandmother. As my family has multiplied, so have my love and concern. I pray for my children and grandchildren every day, but still I worry. I am at the age where I realize how fragile life really is and how dangerous a place the world is. I have much more to lose now.

As I sit in the family room, my head rests on the wing of the love seat where I’m curled up. Eyes closed, I imagine myself sitting in my heavenly Father’s lap, resting my head on His shoulder, feeling His arms around me.

I speak no words, but peace, like a placid stream, gently seeps into my soul. I am in the safest place in the world.

Abba, Father, thank You for Your unconditional love. Amen.

Read and reflect on Psalm 57

From God, Me & a Cup of Tea for the Seasons: 101 devotional readings to savor during your time with God, Copyright © 2018 by Michele Huey