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A reader named Shannon Watts of Modesto, California, sent us a story about her grandmother Eileen, who passed away after the aggressive return of her breast cancer.

I’ve had a week straight out of Romans 8:26: “We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” There are times the heart hurts so much it is mute.

I was talking on the phone to a friend the other day when he said, "Wait, I just got an alert. Let me check it."

I had in my care a handsome young husband and father. He was built like an athlete, loved being a scratch golfer and lived life to the fullest. His wife loved him very much and there was nothing she would not do for him and their two precious little girls.

I’ve been doing some airline travel lately and I’ve kept an unofficial tally: How often have I been engaged by strangers—in the security line, in the airport food court, at the boarding gate, on the plane, in baggage claim? My father, the late John Allen, loved such games.

First off, happy Father’s Day to my dad. I wrote about our relationship in the June 2006 issue of Guideposts.

If it was just me in my apartment, I would put off turning on the air conditioner as long as I could. I’d rather open the windows for cross ventilation, breathe fresh (if warm) air and avoid the huge electric bill. Besides, I’m in the office during the heat of the day.