I was talking with my 92-year-old precious neighbor about her life and how she is holding up in her older years… a conversation that continues through our days living close by as she roams over to my back yard randomly
I wrote this post back in the winter, and never published it. I now realize how it resonates so deeply with my last Devotional of The Good Samaritan. Perhaps this is one way to… “Go And Do”. When was the
In the Gospel of Luke, the parable is introduced by a question, known as the Great Commandment: Behold, a certain lawyer stood up and tested him, saying, “Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?” He said to him,
I thought I would write something special for all my mom readers out there. It is Mother’s Day and I believe a Devotion specifically for us moms was in order!! Then I realized that the poem I wrote last year
Today I am over at Mothering From Scratch as a regular contributing Momtor! Motherhood… it’s an endless stream of seasons and phases and growth- and yet those changes in our children sometimes pass us by. Sure, we celebrate the big
It’s May… I stare at my calendar in that old familiar trance-like state. Oh my… it’s here…May. May is the month full of ‘end of the year’ ceremonies, tournaments, field trips, recitals, concerts and programs galore. I catch my breath
Meet Me There… When my mind is convoluted with thoughts and overflowing with lists of what needs done… Meet me there. When I run through my day at top speed, scurrying to fulfill my agenda… Meet me there. When I
“Wordless Groans…” I was looking for a movie to watch while I exercised, and came across The Passion of the Christ and thought it would be a good one to watch. I haven’t seen it since it came out and
Just When… Just when I am feeling discouraged that my kids don’t understand gratitude and fall short in so many values I constantly try to teach them… My friend shares how beautifully they behaved during an evening out and how
To the little girl who shared her worries about moving up to second grade, as she struggled to read her book. I hear you, sweet child. I hate your anxiety at such a precious innocent age. I won’t forget your