Francine Rivers's Blog
October 24, 2014
I’m having trouble watching the news these days. I am so tired of men and women commentators trying to talk over each other. Interrupting someone used to be considered rude; now it’s the name of the game. Each side is so busy trying to get their viewpoint across they never hear what the other side is saying. It’s not a discussion; it’s not even a debate. It’s a free-for-all.
October 17, 2014
Rick and I live in town. It takes five to ten minutes to drive to the supermarket, the mall, post office, bank and hospital (a nice thing to know with the march of time and years). One of the main boulevards people use to get from one side of town to the other is two blocks away. Few seem to care about the posted 35-40 mph until John Law is on their tail flashing his or her red lights. Cars aside, lots of people are out walking their dogs or by themselves. Some are running or cycling up and down the hills, getting or staying in shape. Even with all this h
October 15, 2014
One idol that periodically troubles me is food. Or maybe it’s weight. My mother got on the scale every day of her life and adjusted what she ate according to the numbers. It sounds obsessive, but she was health conscious because she had been very ill with tuberculosis in her twenties. I saw a picture of her in a bathing suit and said, “Wow, Mom. You were so slim.” Her response: “I wasn’t slim. I was sick and skinny.” She wanted to maintain a healthy weight.
October 3, 2014
September 26, 2014
I read a story the other day about an expedition that traveled the Colorado River into the Grand Canyon. About halfway in, the explorers hit dangerous rapids. Some of the explorers were thrown from the boats and died in the turbulent waters. Others managed to make it to the riverbank. The river ahead looked threatening with more rapids. The decision of what to do was split. Some decided to turn around and go back. Some decided to forge ahead. The two groups went their separate ways. Those who went forward did meet more dangerous rapids –
September 19, 2014
Every now and then, I go out and wander around. It helps me think. Sometimes I window shop. Sometimes I buy. After wandering around today, I came home with two new pillows in vibrant turquoise, hoping they might add snap to the wheat-colored sofas and the other (eight) pillows of subdued colors. Rick’s cheek gave a little telltale tick. “Do we really need more pillows?” Translation: “Time to commit you to the loonie bin.”
September 13, 2014
Intervarsity Christian Fellowship meetings have always been open to any student interested in finding out what Christianity is all about. No one is barred. Nothing is hidden. No one is forced to come and listen or take part in this gathering. No one is coerced. Yet, the California State University system has closed its campuses to this group. Why? Because the college system demanded IVCF open itself to non-Christian leadership.
September 6, 2014
I never have figured out how to write a proper book proposal. I’ve gone to classes, read books and seen some great examples. But when it comes down to writing one of my own, I make a mess of it. Where’s the story? I don’t know. I haven’t written it yet.
August 29, 2014
When Rick and I moved into Santa Rosa back in 2001, I joined a gym because they had an indoor heated pool. I paid up front for three years so I’d have the reduced rate for the rest of my life.
August 25, 2014
We live in earthquake country. During the 1989 quake, we were on a soccer field. When the earthquake began, everyone stopped what they were doing. We could literally feel and see the ground roll under us. The goal nets shook. Trees swayed. We didn’t know where the epicenter was or the level of destruction until later. The Bay Bridge sustained damage, the two-level Cypress Structure of Interstate 880 collapsed on commuters. We have relatives who drove that route daily, and the earthquake hit at 5:04 p.m. Thankfully, they were n