Pu-leeze! Did my eyes deceive me, or was I really witness to a most disturbing, tragic event recently? Hubby and I were out to dinner at one of our favorite hangouts doing what we love to do best . . . people-watch. On this occasion we specifically took note of the extreme number of patrons
The tangy aroma of barbecue meatballs, smoked turkey, and French-onion green bean casserole wafted through the air as dinner plates were filled, one by one at the buffet line in the kitchen. We each collected our bounty of home-cooked creations and made our way to the long, extended table in the dining room. It was
With flailing arms and unrestrained laughter, the six of us dashed through heavy rainfall and piled into our hotel shuttle bus, eager to get to our dinner destination. Last Fall, Hubby and I, along with some of our kids were enjoying a few days in Ann Arbor, Michigan to watch a football game. Most of
“A mother’s job is to teach her children to not need her anymore. The hardest part of that job is accepting success.” – Anonymous Friends, I’ll be honest. I’ve been navigating my recent days with a painful lump lodged in my throat and tears free-falling down my face. A few months ago I had to
So . . . how is your thought life? What do your thoughts look like? How do you “talk” to yourself throughout the day? Several months ago, a friend of mine told me about a program she participated in by Mel Robbins. Melanie Robbins is an author, television host and motivational speaker who developed a
“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” – English Proverb
I couldn’t help but smile as I inhaled the slightly musty odor greeting me as I walked down the wooden steps. While on a trip in Michigan, Hubby and I happened upon a surprising discovery of an antique shop in the basement of the gift shop we’d been wading through. For me, there’s nothing more delightful than to wander through stewed aromas representing rooms full of used merchandise. I’m not referring to any disgusting smells here, but rather, more like the scents of Grandma’s attic . . . years of different, interesting items put together all in one place.
“God calls us to come home for Christmas. God calls us to come back from all those places where we have settled for less than the fullness of life promised to us in Christ. God calls us back from all the ambitions and possessions we have pursued, thinking they would satisfy us. God calls us