A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
My friend Karen and I were talking on the phone the other day. It was one of those long overdue conversations that followed all the bird trails and squirrels wherever we wanted to go, because we had time. She told me a little story about getting a rock in her shoe. She was in the…
The world is a chatter box and the buzz is deafening. I have a Twitter account, a Facebook account, Instagram, and I opened a Parler account too. I have friends or followers from many walks of life, many backgrounds, and many convictions on those sites. Almost every one of those friends has an opinion.
I’m always looking for the humble heart, I want to find someone to cheer for. Not because they are the underdog, but because they see the talent around them and respect it without losing confidence. It is possible to be competitive and still be kind.
It’s been 30 years since we took these photos and our faces were printed on the prestigious pages of the local newspapers. Our 5 seconds of fame weren’t perfectly preserved, but I thought I’d share what I had.
This is OUR story, based on our prayers and our answers. We don’t claim to know what’s best for anyone else. This is what we chose, based on the Word and its direction for us. This is our testimony, not because our path was the best path, but because the One who chose our path for us is the best at choosing.
There is so much happening. I am watching. I’m drawing conclusions, stuffing them in my pockets and drawing more.
There once was a man named Harry,Who had him a daughter named Mary.He taught her with pride,How to kid and to chide,Yet he frowned when he found her contrary.
Every Mother’s Day the boys fill in a few pages of a journal that is set aside for just this purpose. In place of cards or some other item that may be thrown out, their messages are kept in one place that can be perused and reminisced over each year. This year as I read…
I still have a few more things to take care of. There are some grades to send in to their home-school umbrella. There are some books to give away, and some books to sell, and some boxes to clean out. There are some things to consider. Do I need to keep all these pencils? Do…
I hope that what we choose in this moment is more than staying home to protect others from a virus. I hope that we choose being present at home to protect ourselves from division and self-gratification.