A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
This week’s limerick came by request. Amber is putting together a memory book of sorts for her family and it will contain a lot of nice things about her great-grandmother known affectionately as Spec.
From Amber’s descriptions over the years I think…
Dad is fine. Becky just brought him home. Thanks for praying.
When we got home from church last night dad was here and told me that he had some pain in his chest. I didn’t think too much of it because he also told me that he ate a Fat Mo burger and a chocolate milk shake for dinner. I put the boys to bed and got…
Ivan has been a troubled little boy. With his desire to be a baby he cannot conquer potty training by principle. He has been doing so much better though and I’m sure a few backward moments will continue like yesterday morning, and right themselves agai…
I almost forgot again.
Thankfully something jogged my memory a little earlier and I was able to whip up this little zinger.
There once was a girl named Corrina
She was loved in most every arena
Sweet tempered and coy
Only one thing annoyed
For…
Me…not the newspaper. I took a drive today and took some of these photos of the wonderful scenery. Now…to be honest these were actually taken in Kentucky but they could just as easily have been in any of the rural areas surrounding Nashville and fo…
I think today would have been better off without me. I don’t think the best of me woke up this morning and is probably somewhere still buried under the sheet and two quilts I used to keep all of me warm last night.
Maybe it was because I woke up abou…
Ecclesiastes 3:1 TO EVERYTHING there is a season, and a time for every matter or purpose under heaven:
It was Solomon and not the Byrds that first brought these words to us, but I’m so glad they sang them because it’s what hit my mind this morning as…
It just struck me that it’s time for limerick Friday. I can’t believe I’ve not thought of it before now.
It’s been another beautiful Autumn day and I’ve “wasted” a few moments gazing at the yellow shower of leaves in the back yard. Rain this morning…
I have not written much about our new house. I am still unpacking boxes, still in the middle of painting the boys room and have not had a lot of time to devote to my appreciation of the new residence.
Here’s how it goes down…I wandered about with…