“You never realize how much you like someone until you watch them like someone else.” — Unknown Long since are the days when I was last in line to pick an instrument in the school band, or the last one to be picked as a square-dancing partner, or, to be excluded from a specific circle
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Matthew 5:4 The brisk puffs of air carrying the aroma of nearby Gardenias drifted through the screen of my back porch, caressing my face. I watched the leaves on the trees lining my back deck gently flutter in the soft breeze as I slowly rocked,
Do you have any idea how much God loves you? Do you? I mean, really? If truth be known, I bet we don’t always think about this too much. Sure, we know God sacrificed His own son to show us the depth of His love, however, the sheer magnitude of this love sometimes escapes us. For me,
Candy! Flowers! Cards! Gifts! Sentiments exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. There are differing stories explaining the origin of St. Valentine.
“When they call to me, I will answer them; when they are in trouble, I will be with them.” Psalm 91:15a The sun streamed in through the window casting a checker board of morning light onto the walnut blonde floor, like a flamboyant guest without an invitation. My fingers tapped incessantly as my arms lay
Verb: Walk (wok). . . To move at a regular pace by lifting and setting down each foot in turn, never having both feet off the ground at once. It’s what we teach our young children . . . just put one foot in front of the other. Sounds simple, yet, like a toddler first learning
“Every good and perfect gift is from above.” James 1:17a It’s coming. It’s almost here. I can hardly wait! The thoughtful planning, careful deliberation, tender preparations . . . finally coming to fruition after months in the process. Ah-hah! I have been summoned at a wee hour. Shrill voices have found me. It’s here.
I absolutely love shiny, glossy wrapping paper at Christmas. I always have. Although I don’t always receive gifts wrapped in this kind of paper, I always wrap gifts with it. Not every single gift, but most of them, especially for my family. I go out of my way to browse around the shops, looking to find exactly
“Death is all around us.” I softly uttered these words to my husband as we sat on our back porch sipping coffee in the cool of the morning. The older we’ve become, the more acutely aware Jeff and I have grown to the sobering reality our days are truly numbered. We’ve started to exchange strange
