A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
I see so many quotes, articles, messages, letters, all sorts of wordy ways to say how important someone is to someone else.
I understand it’s important to communicate these things. I understand how heartfelt and sincere everyone is.
I can’t jo…
Sitting in my usual spot on the back porch I’m amazed as my stillness allows the presence of tiny winged creatures to buzz nearer to me than I am accustomed. These colorful fellows and subdued dames with long beaks and fragile frames dart in and out of…
Summer break is officially over. Friday was the first day for of school for our boys. It was a big day, a big weekend and a big joy.
My fun loving, social boy, Aron, has been ready for school for months and months. He’s been chomping at the bit to…
I know it’s Friday, but I want to talk about Tuesday for a minute.
The boys and I had such a refreshing dinner Tuesday evening. Two of the little guys had field day at school and that means Aron and I had field day too. Aron joined right in the com…
I learned to multiply one spring when I was four years old, sitting on top of an olive green Speed Queen Washing Machine.
I saw an entry in my mom’s journal from 1978, about my aunt feeling down and I knew right away it must have been written soon after my uncle passed away. I backed up, scanning the pages for some reference to an emergency, a phone call, a funeral but I…
“I didn’t get anything done.” The words hang around me constantly. Nagging “guilt flies” that swarm about my face in irritating flashes of my cluttered scenery.
The dryer door open, clothes half unloaded.
The living room half dusted, fluff a…
We had a great week in Florida and I ate some things I shouldnta ate. I ate some good stuff too though. I made these…
…the week before I left, and they were pretty much awesome. I made them in Florida too. I couldn’t find my mother-in-law’s mu…
We all know we’re supposed to practice our “Love Walk.” But have you ever thought about the importance of your “Hate Walk?” A couple years ago I wrote the following blog post on the blog I kept for our Sunday school class women.
Hate is an ugly word.…
I know that title sounds like something I may have overheard from my pre-schooler, but it isn’t. It’s something that’s been on my mind lately. How God isn’t intimidated by junk. He is the greenest God out there with His dedication to the three r’s: R…