A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Well, after a little hiccup with my connection to the internet, I got the names printed, cut, folded neatly and tossed into a bowl.
Aron was the envy of his older brothers who insisted that they’ve “never got to do it!” which just isn’t true……
When Idella shook hands with her in-laws
She was hoping to hide all her worst flaws
But truth was revealed
When words she couldn’t wield
And emotions were sprung just like cat claws
I mentioned last month that my “Do Not Disturb” sign had come down for a while. I won’t lie to you, it’s back up. It’s not a sign I regularly hang out for my kids, or my husband, it is a much needed boundary for all else though.
I, like many people…
I put a book on my Amazon wish list a few years ago that I chose for it’s intriguing title and tag line. It became mine once upon a Christmas and I read a few chapters and gave it to someone else who was dealing with some issues it covered. I then rep…
Every time that I visit aunt Dinah
She tells of her travels in China
As she reminisces
My head just dismisses
For she’s never left North Carolina
Across the room they sat in a tight trio, round dining table and corner booth accommodating far more than themselves yet they sat noticeably close.
Was it whispers I witnessed that caused each one to bend closer to the other? In turn, after turn t…
Who is wise and understanding among you? Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom. James 3:13
Big brown eyes full of tears, his pitiful face lifted to mine in agony over broken pride.
“My tummy h…
Young Bethany Jean is adorable,
While her sister, the genius, looks horrible.
One flaunts her good looks,
One is buried in books,
And each finds the other deplorable.
*Last year I published this post on Ivan’s blog. I read it again this morning and felt it deserved an audience here as well. Ivan is continuing to mature and almost a year after writing this I see him so much more in control of his impulses. He is a…
I like her.
That girl in the picture is the me I’ve let myself be. Maybe she isn’t what I thought she’d be, and she certainly doesn’t look like I intended her to look, but I like her now that I’ve cleaned the mirror again.
“For now we are looking…