A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
After a recent discussion on facebook regarding gateway words I felt this would be a good edit and repost from a post I published in 2009.
Yesterday on the way home from school Owen was surprised at something we were talking about and responded wit…
Little Tina has an itch in her throat,She recites campaign slogans by rote.Every lie that is told,Makes her more and more bold,And she can’t WAIT to get out her vote!
Just thought I’d share a little story about prayer answered and God’s abundant but practical grace.
Tuesday morning I was barely on time as we headed out the door for school, only to find that my van wouldn’t start. It made the clicking sound of a d…
Dear Holy Spirit,
I beg your intervention.
I see the flaws so glaring after. Like a glowing ember from a fire put out. Clearly smoldering, smoking, and the stench is much stronger than the kindling it began with.
Selfishness is abandonment of…
I made a centerpiece last month. I had noticed this on Pinterest and I thought it was cute. It wasn’t exactly what I was looking for though, so I adapted, and imagined, and shopped my house until I had this.
Having three boys we are often buying and wrapping gifts for other boys. Up until about 2nd grade it was common to be invited to girl parties too, but the boys are being invited to fewer and fewer of them and the division of princesses and Lego’s is ta…
“Dear Philip” she wrote on the page,In response to her own fit of rage.She felt if he knewHer outbursts weren’t true,He’d be duped, and her dreams reengage.
I mentioned in Saturday’s post that I spoke at a women’s retreat. It was a half hour segment of a retreat called, “The Vision” that our church does each year.
Though my preparation time was limited, I walked up to the podium extremely confident ab…
It seems I have been out for a while. I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever get back here and put these pages back on and if the words will still fit. I assume they will, but I need to find my hat. Not a literal hat, more of a literary one. My writing hat…
A flouncy young waitress named Florence
Let the world know of every abhorrence
She rattled away
In all things cliche’
And then puzzles at tips her tongue warrants