Stay In Your Lane
As I drove the 20 minute drive between my church and the grocery store the other day I witnessed three different drivers trying to get wherever they were going from the wrong lane.
Author: Mary Jo
Check the Instructions
This morning I wanted a warm and comforting breakfast. I pulled out my box of “Cream of Wheat” and as it had been a while since I made it, I looked carefully at the instructions printed on the box. I reviewed and performed the task of making it in detail. I realize it’s just a…
One Little Pebble
My friend Karen and I were talking on the phone the other day. It was one of those long overdue conversations that followed all the bird trails and squirrels wherever we wanted to go, because we had time. She told me a little story about getting a rock in her shoe. She was in the…
Too Many Voices
The world is a chatter box and the buzz is deafening. I have a Twitter account, a Facebook account, Instagram, and I opened a Parler account too. I have friends or followers from many walks of life, many backgrounds, and many convictions on those sites. Almost every one of those friends has an opinion.
Finish the Thought
I’m always looking for the humble heart, I want to find someone to cheer for. Not because they are the underdog, but because they see the talent around them and respect it without losing confidence. It is possible to be competitive and still be kind.
Able and Eager
It’s been 30 years since we took these photos and our faces were printed on the prestigious pages of the local newspapers. Our 5 seconds of fame weren’t perfectly preserved, but I thought I’d share what I had.
Our Education Path
This is OUR story, based on our prayers and our answers. We don’t claim to know what’s best for anyone else. This is what we chose, based on the Word and its direction for us. This is our testimony, not because our path was the best path, but because the One who chose our path for us is the best at choosing.
Unmasking
There is so much happening. I am watching. I’m drawing conclusions, stuffing them in my pockets and drawing more.
Non-fiction
There once was a man named Harry,Who had him a daughter named Mary.He taught her with pride,How to kid and to chide,Yet he frowned when he found her contrary.
For Mother’s Day
Every Mother’s Day the boys fill in a few pages of a journal that is set aside for just this purpose. In place of cards or some other item that may be thrown out, their messages are kept in one place that can be perused and reminisced over each year. This year as I read…