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I love the lights in our village park. They represent many gifts of light. The flags shimmer in the light. I’m grateful for our country. The veteran’s statue reflects the light. Thank you, veterans. These lights remind me of all the Village caretakers who light our way Thanks, buddies. A nativity scene shimmers in the … Continue reading Shine Bright!
Even the hard times are not wasted. I’m learning about farming. As I noted in my last article, corn becomes useful when leaves are dried out and heads are bowed. We can be useful when our heads are bowed, too. Today I survey more fall fields. Harvesters still rumble . Fields of husks, stubble and … Continue reading The Remains
I’ve love watching the corn. Corn grew steady and tall, like soldiers guarding country roads. The beautiful green stalks could be a hideout. Once, I climbed in. Nestled there in the whispering row, I found peace. I loved the corn and the tall shelter it provided. But now, it’s harvest time. The harvesters … Continue reading Heads Bowed…Harvest Time
I almost didn’t go. After all, why waste the gas? Besides....I’m sick of crying. Who goes to a cemetery on Labor Day, for goodness sake? I’ll admit I was feeling down. I’ve lost some good friends lately. I was alone at home on a family weekend and life seemed...well, unfair. I made myself go. It’s … Continue reading Well Done, Good and Faithful Servant
God had me in mind when I stumbled onto the message. Pastor talked about getting stuck in our painful places of grief, regret, disappointment, hurt, rejection, and loss. He said God did not create us to get stuck. -Raise your hand if you’ve ever been a prisoner to pain. (My hand is up.) Let me … Continue reading Get out of the Graveyard!
I wish I was more like my mom. My mom is quiet and measured. I’m loud and impulsive. My mom is skillful and precise. I’m sloppy and haphazard. My mom finishes things well. I slap-dash through and end up with imperfect projects. My motto: It may not be done right...but its done. My mom’s … Continue reading The Good Stuff: My Mom
Have you ever felt you’re dangling at the end of your rope? -Have circumstances in life thrown you off balance? Here is a coping list from @typeachecklist 🙂: When you’re dangling at the end of your rope: ✅Hold on to the knot at the end of the rope!✅God is the knot! Come to me, all … Continue reading Dangling at the end of your rope
My Aunt Betty had the tallest swing I’d ever seen in my life. Of course, when I first saw her swing, my life had not been lived more than five years. My swing experience was limited.The swing’s tall iron frame loomed high above Uncle Fred’s garage. I can still see the thick oval chain links … Continue reading Swing
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got shipwrecked on an island. I don’t want to be rescued. I’m hiding out here. Truly. No cars. No trucks. Only my bike....and a shark. But that’s a different article and I’m getting ahead of myself. I thought I’d check in with you. I’m learning some good … Continue reading Shelter
Fog was a drape, thick, grayish-white, suspended in front of me. I walked into the cloud. My gloved hand disappeared into the drape. I could see nothing in front of me, but below me frosted stalks of grass shimmered and trembled in icicle wonder beneath my feet. Driving was a mystery. My beautiful lane folded … Continue reading Foggy Thanks
Confessions of a Type A Woman 