A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I cannot get enough of my Shepherd. He assures me again and again, that I’m on the right track, in the right place and He’s still leading me. Had a wonderful thought this morning as I read through those precious words of the 23rd Psalm. As a paren…
Christmas is rolling in like a storm. I love it. I really do. I do get a little overwhelmed at this point though. It’s not that I’ve planned too much it’s that I can’t keep very much straight in my head. I have to have three lists just to keep mysel…
It’s simply time to post. I, once again, don’t feel that I have much to say but I will post none the less. I don’t have any good pictures either. I wish I had some pictures of last night…and that’s where I will start.
Last night Owen had his Chri…
Christmas is, has been and will probably always be my favorite time of year. The stress, the rush, the crowds are overlooked in comparison to the fun, the warmth, the lights and the unexplainable determination to be among family and friends.I never…
I want to post a few things we did while Kris’ family was here. Before Thanksgiving Day we all went downtown to walk around and see some of the parks and pedestrian areas that we haven’t been to before. We got to Deiderick street just in time to see th…
He loves history and politics each,
Yet keeps most of his thoughts underneath,
But he might throw a fit,
If you tease him a bit,
‘Bout his plans to be “Garbage Man Keith”
A sweet little child named Bunny,
Had an outlook on life that was sunny.
She could sing in the rain,
She could laugh through great pain,
But to mock her odd name was unfunny.
Dorothy came home yesterday…read about it here eventually…we took Owen to school and then met them at the airport. I know they were exhausted but they still had smiles plastered on their faces. What a journey!I had coffee and even lunch with my…
Kris was featured in a “Rising Stars” article in the Nashville Business Journal. You can’t read the whole article without a subscription but I thought I’d post what’s there.
I used to know someone named Gina
she was suave as a great ballerina
she would move with such grace
but the scowl on her face
was as fierce as a spotted hyena