But One Life to Live
The picture for today shows a heart shaped rock laying in my hand. For a very long time, I had my heart – my broken heart – closed up in my clenched fist. Today – let’s look at the process of opening our hands and hearts and releasing our brokenness to God and what that
When I came across this scripture recently, it was new to me. My first response was to change “they” to “I”. I want to remember the days when I didn’t feel so close to God – when I felt fragile. When I could not depend on anyone or anything to give me the strength I
Joshua 1:9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” August 14, 2016 My son took this picture as he and his friend were heading out to join rescue efforts the day after the
Patience it has been said, is a virtue. Is it as hard for you as it is for me when I think I should be moving through the stages of grief quicker than I am? Or even worse – when people begin to tell you to “get over” it? A well meaning friend {I think},
Another guest Thursday appearance by yet another friend. Join us today as she shares the new grief . . . in her words . . . this is hard for her to put on paper and to bare her grief to the world like this. Yet, in our conversations leading up to publishing it –
Traveling the world, my phone has filled up – with over 20,000 pictures. Today’s post contains several that are really special to me. May they bring you peace, joy and hope this week. Enjoy! There is a part of me that is forever in search of the next adventure,
How can any of us sleep at night? or do we just sing louder? I remember hearing a story of the people who lived near the concentration camps. Years later, they were asked how they could have stood by and not done anything to stop the massacre. Apparently they were afraid of going against what
If you haven’t been to southern Louisiana, this might surprise you. Ok – it’s true the only hills we have are the overpasses on the interstates and highways. The only views out over the swamps, rivers and lakes are from the bridges. Someone asked one day “not even rolling hills”? Nope. Not even. Living in
In the tiniest of hours on a day in October, only weeks away from a day that will decide the fate of our beloved nation, I sit. Dazed. Bewildered. Last weekend my son’s wife was out of town and we took his kids to a local fall festival.It was a beautiful day. We stood in
I vividly remember the moment the words sank into my mind. It was a few days after mom’s funeral. We were sitting around the kitchen table going through cards and kind notes filled with sweet memories of mom. A tender moment for each of us. Turning the pages in mom’s address book, looking up addresses