A quick and handy guide to get your lists and life under the control of a life-settling Savior!
It’s Sunday. I look out my window as a bright fall breeze makes leaves dance, circle and float above the shimmering grass. Down the hill, beyond the golden soybean field is my pond. It’s surface is also dancing with the gentle wind. Today, as I listen to praise music and read Psalm 143, I’m reminded … Continue reading Holy Ground at the Mud Pond
She doesn’t like hats. I try to put them on her little moppet head. She pulls them off. I tell her she needs a hat to keep the sun off. She ignores me and chews on her hat. I give up and put a different hat on her head, tying it quickly below a baby … Continue reading A Walk with Winnie
I’ve been packing a lot of memories lately. Do you realize, when you’re moving, you have to touch every single memory in your home? Geesh! This is exhausting. -Photos, toys, books, notes, and mementos are piled everywhere in my house. Oh, brother! Laurie’s hands and heart are getting a workout. I’m overwhelmed. But, have no fear, God … Continue reading Thanks…for the Memories
Writer’s note: I’ve been writing a lot of heavy duty stuff lately. Today, I just need to laugh. How about you? -Be sure to arrange a chuckle today. Hope this helps.I sleep in the basement. Don’t ask. I’ve been down here a few months now so I’m getting used to it. It’s dark down here and pretty quiet, kinda like a … Continue reading Covid Comedy…or how to laugh to keep from crying
Beautiful things can grow in hard places. I’ve planted Cornflowers (some call them “Bachelor Buttons”) in all my gardens. I plant the seeds in designated flowerbeds. No matter where I plant the seeds, however, the cornflowers refuse to grow in my gardens. The little blue buds of cornflowers always turn up in the hard places, … Continue reading Beautiful Things Can Grow in Hard Places
“Winnie, if we stand very still, they’ll think you’re a flower,” I whispered. So we did. Winnie embraced my T-shirt shoulder, her sun bonnet tied beneath her chin, We did not move.The morning’s comforting breeze fluttered Winnie’s bonnet, but my baby stayed still. Her puckered cheek pressed comfortably on my face. Her big brown eyes … Continue reading The Hummingbird’s Dance
“Come weary saints, though tired and weak, Hide away in the love of Jesus.” We danced in the middle of the kitchen floor. Winnie and I waltz-stepped and slowly spun. Around and around. My baby and I were in church. “Come wandering souls and find your home Hide away in the love of Jesus. He offers the … Continue reading The Dance
Writers note: My post today is credited to concepts of Stephen Elkins. I highly recommend you buy his book: “Bedtime Prayers that end with a HUG” - available through www.share-a-hug.com and www.tyndale.com/kids It is a delightful bedtime book for kids like me. COVID sure has crudded up our lives, right folks? It’s tossed us into uncertainty. It’s chucked us into … Continue reading A Bedtime Story…Life rearranges. God never changes
There are moments that can be classified as hopeful...and magical. I’m sitting at my picnic table at dusk. I listen to the birds and the crickets and the frogs. They’re waking up to sing in nightfall. I watch the full moon rising beyond the bare branches of the trees behind the smokehouse. Skeletal arms reach … Continue reading Moonlight HOPE
I am crawling in the darkness, full-blown, combat creep. My coordinates? Spare bedroom. Destination? Baby bed. Chirping fills the air, then slight whimpering and a tiny sob. My mission is to calm the baby. I cannot let her see me. I approach like a soldier on reconnaissance. At three months, my Baby is a social … Continue reading My Baby Quarantine
