A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Owen has been busy. He’s in theater, has a job, and likes to stay involved in church activities. He’s gone until 6:30 three nights a week with rehearsals, doesn’t get home until 8:30 from his shift on Friday nights and 9:30 on Saturday nights. The other two nights of the week are for church activities.…
This morning I asked Owen if he had made his lunch for school yet. He stumbled around an answer something like, “Last week in City Groups (a bi-monthly youth meeting with kids from church) they said maybe we should fast for lunch… maybe?” He was looking at me questioningly, and I was looking at him…
Childhood memories are some of the most precious things the mind holds. My adult years seem to blanket them little by little and they become harder to trace beneath the current chaos. In the year 2008, as I was amidst the busy of finalizing fall plans and beginning the downward slide of year end activities…
Roll down the hill Mary,Curl up your arms, and tuck your chin.Roll down the hill with the others.No one is racing, no one will win,Just roll down the hill and be free.
The demarcation line is distinct as I pull up what’s unwelcome in this flower bed. Almost every day I go outside and pull large portions of weeds. and toss them into a pile in the grass outside the stone boundary. It should not have gotten this bad, but it did.
We currently have two teenagers in the house. In a mere 14 months we will have three of these creatures and I absolutely love it. I’m also petrified, but I can get over that.
We were college kids, and we met, we learned, we worshiped, and we bonded in building B.
I was upset. I had told them to be careful, and yet they raced to the car with boyish abandon. One with a tray of chicken & cheese enchiladas, and one with a pie. Nothing had spilled, nothing had broken, nothing had come of their carelessness at all except what spilled from me.
I’m not writing to air my many thoughts on Lori Loughlin, or her daughter, or their money, or Hollywood, or any of that. I’m writing about me, and us, parents who are just as anxious to see our kids successful but will never have the resources to tempt us to act so shockingly. It’s easy…
Shout Joyfully to the Lord, all the earth. Serve the Lord with gladness; Come before Him with joyful singing.