A quick and handy guide to get your lists and life under the control of a life-settling Savior!
I remember flash cards. You see, I am old. I went to school when there was something call “Cloak Rooms” That was the place where you hung your coats on hooks and placed your lunchbox up on an old wooden shelf above your hook. Yes, I had a lunchbox, not a tin bucket. I may … Continue reading Flash Cards for LIFE
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
My woolen overalls are 40 years old. This may their last journey. I christened my last camping trip by falling flat on my face in the rocks, ripping the threadbare knees in two places. As for the rest of the trousers, the outlook is bleak. Deep pockets flap in sloppy fashion. Backsides have been mended … Continue reading Fun Friday: Ode to my Overalls
I’m messy. I’m tired. I’m grateful. I’m done. As I painted my daughter’s room, I started getting depressed. - Why am I covering up my kid’s life? - Just because clouds and glowing stars are scratched and marred, does that mean I have to clean it up? I sighed. Help me out, God. “Be grateful.” … Continue reading Pause to Paint: I’m done!
The tension was on. Results were critical. The decorated shoebox was in place, corner-squared on my desktop. Its slotted lid was a gaping mouth- begging, begging for food. I was in the sixth grade, Valentine’s Day, 1968. I’d separated six sheets of Valentines, carefully scoring each punctured piece to pull out the cards: an elephant … Continue reading The Love Note
heIn my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you." ~John 4:2 You step out of the car and you’re hit. A flood of memories wash over you and wakes you up to the past. It’s Father’s Day and … Continue reading A Trip to Dad’s House
