A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I stayed at my aunt’s house the weekend of my brother’s wedding. It’s a very pleasant place to be. It’s warm, comfortable and inviting. I’ve always enjoyed her house. I have fond memories from childhood in the same rooms I put my boys to sleep that…
If I could empty the contents of my soul
show you the pieces of my heart
You would see how tiny a flaw
led to the scar I made
If you were to look at all the good
the gems of my character
the best of my passions
you might be inclined…
Hannah Jean bought her blankets for cheap
But each night she was too cold to sleep
When she finally did doze
It was lacking repose
In her dreams she sheared each counted sheep
This past weekend we drove to Michigan for a wedding.
A wedding that just a scant 7 months ago, we thought might not happen.
My brother, who wandered for a few years, who dabbled, who threw out, who turned away, who scoffed and even argued at time…
Just thought I’d share a quick thought today. Nothing too deep, nothing too profound.
God plants little things in each of us.
Talents, abilities and desires are like seeds within us.
He even made us with clay…earth…dirt.
Then He water…
I’ve had the sewing machine out and busy lately. First I made some gifts for a little baby girl I’m excited about being here. Then I did something I’ve been meaning to do for a LONG time. A towel recovery project.
I’ve had this towel for some time…
I can’t tell you how many times I wish I could take one back. A comment that flew from my mouth had nothing to do with how I felt, it was just “something to say.”
I would venture to guess that 6 out of 10 rude comments from strangers and distant acq…
There was a silence that left my stomach in a bit of a knot after hearing those words come out of my four year old yesterday.
I recognize and appeal to you his very “four-year-old-ness” and exempt him from a life destined for sin and shame. I know…
I tiptoed out into the dark kitchen a little before 6:00 this morning and got some coffee started. There was one brownie left on the plate and I never want to see the boys fighting over something like that (that’s why all mom’s eat dessert right?) so I…
“When is that ever appropriate?”
That question rolled through my head as the receptionist at the doctor’s office held out a blow pop in front of me as an optional treat for my child. I shook my head and told her we were just about to get some lunch.…