A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Dear Holy Spirit,
I beg your intervention.
I see the flaws so glaring after. Like a glowing ember from a fire put out. Clearly smoldering, smoking, and the stench is much stronger than the kindling it began with.
Selfishness is abandonment of…
I made a centerpiece last month. I had noticed this on Pinterest and I thought it was cute. It wasn’t exactly what I was looking for though, so I adapted, and imagined, and shopped my house until I had this.
Having three boys we are often buying and wrapping gifts for other boys. Up until about 2nd grade it was common to be invited to girl parties too, but the boys are being invited to fewer and fewer of them and the division of princesses and Lego’s is ta…
“Dear Philip” she wrote on the page,In response to her own fit of rage.She felt if he knewHer outbursts weren’t true,He’d be duped, and her dreams reengage.
I mentioned in Saturday’s post that I spoke at a women’s retreat. It was a half hour segment of a retreat called, “The Vision” that our church does each year.
Though my preparation time was limited, I walked up to the podium extremely confident ab…
It seems I have been out for a while. I wonder sometimes if I’ll ever get back here and put these pages back on and if the words will still fit. I assume they will, but I need to find my hat. Not a literal hat, more of a literary one. My writing hat…
A flouncy young waitress named Florence
Let the world know of every abhorrence
She rattled away
In all things cliche’
And then puzzles at tips her tongue warrants
I am by no means committed to eating healthy. Yet, I feel this unwelcome urge to buy healthy things in the organic section at the grocery store. Today I bought a bag of mini-chips for over $5.00 because they are organic and don’t have any *triptomorph…
This is the first Saturday morning in a very long time that we don’t have to go anywhere. I almost slept in. Aron was sure to come in the room at 7:45 to tell me that it’s morning. He didn’t know it, but he and Owen had already woke me up earlier wit…
My niece Grace is turning 14 next week, and we are celebrating a bit today. This limerick is written in the hope of causing her to erupt in contagious laughter.
A lovely lass called Catherine Grace
Found a pimple on the nose of her face
She pr…