Francine Rivers's Blog
October 3, 2015
Rick and I attended a beautiful memorial service for his cousin this week-end. My brother and sister-in-law also attended, the wife being a close friend of my sister-in-law, Rick’s cousin a good friend of my brother. Dave and his wife met at my brother’s wedding, and we all grew up together in the same small town.
September 25, 2015
Rick has just lost a special cousin to cancer. We were able to visit him twice, and hoped to see him again. We also wanted to know if he believed in Jesus and knew where he was going. His face lit up when we asked, and he said, “Oh, yes, I believe in Jesus.” We didn’t worry after that, but we still hoped we’d have more time. He had been told ten months, then two. It ended up being less than a month.
September 11, 2015
Another year of drought has brought noticeable changes in our area. The reservoirs are drying up. Fires are raging. Wildlife suffers. Without strength-restoring water, the flowering plum trees are dying because they no longer have the immunity to fight off the beetles. Many roadside redwoods are brown skeletons. Lawns are dead because “brown is the new green” in California. I’ve wondered about all the vintners in our area, the thousands of grape vines on hill and dale.
September 2, 2015
Recently, a writer friend asked me to answer some questions about parenthood. Oh, my. My three children are adults and their children are fast approaching adulthood, which gives you an idea of how long ago it was that I was parenting. Not that it ever stops. No matter how old your children are, they are still your children. You’re still concerned about them. I try not to give advice. (If my children read this blog, they’ll be cackling over that one.) My advice is usually, “Don’t make the same mistakes I did.”
August 26, 2015
I’ve read several books recently I’d like to recommend. First is Seduced: The Grooming of America’s Teenagers by Opal Singleton. I had the pleasure of meeting the author at an International Conference on Missions where Rick and I attended several classes she taught on sex trafficking worldwide and specifically in the United States. What we learned from Opal Singleton impelled us to connect with a local ministry. Seduced has a great deal packed into it, including much needed information on internet danger areas, how to spot sex trafficking in your co
August 16, 2015
Writing sometimes feels like a race to the finish line. Especially when working on a deadline. I’ve learned over the years to ask for plenty of time, but even so, I begin to wonder about halfway through if I’m going to finish at all. The characters by this time are real and they don’t always like what I have planned for them. They talk back. They dig in their heels. It doesn’t help to grumble and say, “Who’s in charge here?!” Actually, this is the best – and worst – part of writing.
August 11, 2015
Divorce was unusual when I was growing up. As far as Rick and I remember, none of my friends’ parents divorced. Fast forward, and our best man said we were one of the few couples he knew who had stayed together. It does make one wonder what happened to bring about the change. Maybe it was the 60s when so many bought into the free love movement. Rick’s grandmother had an old world saying: “Why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free?” Sometimes I think women sold themselves a bill of goods, especially when I’m reading so many articles late
July 31, 2015
Sometimes I take a break from reading the newspaper. I can become very confused and emotional over what I read. I’ll read one story and then another and another and think: Isn’t there a connection here? Or rather -- a disconnect?
July 24, 2015
A few weeks ago, Rick received an article from the Parkinson’s Disease Foundation regarding a stem cell treatment pioneered in Sweden 28 years ago. It offered hope of recovery of full control of movement in a period of a few years. The US tried, but abandoned the Swede’s treatment in favor of deep brain stimulation. But that’s changing now. Good news. Right?
July 17, 2015
I know it is part of the American dream to own a home, but sometimes it can be a nightmare. I’m not just talking about the economy turning homes upside down so they are barely worth the down-payment and not the whopping mortgage. I’m talking about the little things that can happen, the small surprises: dry rot, broken pipes, faulty electrical wiring, leaky rooves, dying trees swaying in the wind and ready to fall through your living room.
My children are learning about these things.