But One Life to Live
September 4, 2018 Living in a hurricane prone area, we all know to keep up to date on the developing threats heading our way. Such as this morning, waking up to check the progress of this guy named Gordon, my weather app displayed these warnings. Looking off my front porch this morning, the second pic
• I’ve always been fascinated with the beauty of sunflowers. So many things about them connect me to God, the Creator of all living. I am reminded of His Light when I see the transparency of the petals allowing it to penetrate. These flowers lift their faces up to the sun to the source
I look at that and can only shake my head in disbelief. How is this year half over already? And I know without a doubt the next half will go just as quickly. Recapping my past six months , it’s been an interesting year so far. New Year’s Eve 2017 bonfireIt snowed. Twice. Harrison turns
I have a very precocious, intellectual and sweet four year old granddaughter. She spent a few days with me last week. Almost without exception, the only time she isn’t asking questions is when she is asleep. I began to notice an interesting rhythm to her questions. She just kept them coming. One after another. She
That split second when the sun breaks the horizon. Waiting through the darkness of night, wondering – when – when and sometimes “if” – its hold will be broken by the power of light – the blindness in the darkness
Often when someone calls and is facing a crisis, (many times that’s me in the mirror) and my first response is to think of how we can “fix” “it”. What can instantly be done to help, intercede or provide guidance
There are times in our lives when our hearts are required to stretch, inhale, exhale and sometimes break with the burdens of life. I look around at marriages where a partnership exists and how each compliments their relationship. And I stand – looking to the left, the right, behind me and in front of me
I’ve lived here almost 25 years and don’t remember the temps ever dropping below zero. Ever. Ten minutes ago I sat down with a cup of hot coffee and now – even it is cold. I hear the trickle of water around my house as every faucet drips. An old raised house is
My last post ( My Christmas Story ) talked about the journey I have walked through healing from the loss I have encountered at Christmas time. I mentioned this is the first year I have put up a tree and several people asked me for a picture of it. I have loved having a Christmas tree back
The lowly in spirit. The crushed spirits. If we look around in the crowds we will see them. On the fringes. Hugging the corners. Working very hard to convince themselves that they are indeed invisible. Christmas is so hard. For so many. For so many reasons. For years now it has brought unimaginable sadness to