But One Life to Live
International travel always requires the adapters to be packed with the chargers necessary to keep everything up and running. Funny thing is there are so many different types, I have to check to be sure I have the exact one to work in each country. Even so, there are times I get into places
Early one morning, I drove out Lake Road which runs alongside the Tchefuncte River. It was an unusually calm morning on the river. Seldom do I catch it “glassy”. I pulled over near the edge, looking for the perfect picture to go with a “reflections” post that has been on my mind. Sudden movement
The friendships God has brought into my life continue to humble and amaze me. Today, Elizabeth Vinturella is guest posting and I am certain you will be blessed to let her words on grief and anxiety pour over you and into your hearts. May God’s blessings abound! “But, how will I do Thanksgiving Day without
Psalm 121:1-2 1 I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? 2 My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. I don’t have to look back very far to remember a time when I asked where does my help come from. In fact, as life continues
I live in south Louisiana. Covington to be exact. In March we experienced record breaking flooding. Five months to the day later, just as everyone who flooded is completing their renovations and getting moved back in – the unthinkable happened – a system developed over the Gulf and stalled. Early predictions are saying the worst
Two lives – at least. God designed us to live one life. There are two ways of thinking about that. We are born. We live until we die. Or We live one life at work one at home and another . . . {you fill in the blanks}. The other life is the
Having great intentions, I began writing a post observing my favorite moments of 2013 using pictures of my journey this past year. It didn’t take long for me to realize tears were sliding silently down my cheeks. Falling, pulled by gravity, to my chin where I wiped them on my sleeve – some escaping and
I’ve been busy this week – trying to recover from our trip to India. It has been a trying time waiting for my body to flip from the 10.5 hours time change. Gratefully, God created our bodies so uniquely that we are able to do that with a little patience. I have written two stories
And there it was… the gentle reminder of the creator I serve and worship. Grace and patience paced her journey. The butterfly floated by on the soft breeze moving across the water. The boat continued down the river in the opposite direction. In a few minutes, I lost sight of her. Briefly, in that moment,