I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Monthly Archives: November 2019
This window is intended to show desserts that are left over. That is – the desserts that are available to everyone, even me. -I taste the pecan pie once in a while. I haven’t tried the sugar free ones. – … Continue reading
Today I saw this following exchange on Face Book. (Names changed and my paraphrasing.) Elise: “Pray for me. I’m going for a job interview. First I’ve had for eight years.” Response from Janice: “You can do it. I just had … Continue reading
“Thank you,” I say, to a passer-by who wishes me a nice day; “Thank you,” I say, for the stick of gum being passed my way; “Thank you,” I say, to the dog-catcher who returns my pet who is prone … Continue reading
Have we not all at one time or another had someone knock on the door? Let’s look at two scenarios: 1. We go answer. Find someone who wants to sell us a vacuum cleaner, clean our gutters, or make a … Continue reading
“Do you mind if Kenlyn watches?” asked Kristina, Kenlyn’s mom. I got the okay from the nurse and, playing the hero, answered that she could. Walmart people are familiar with the small screen that separates the “needle victim” from the … Continue reading
When I sit in this chair, my mouth opens and doesn’t close for two hours. No, it’s not me under happy gas in the dentist’s chair. It’s the hair stylist’s chair and it’s time to TELL JESSICA! God’s majesty – … Continue reading
Kid’s song from my past says: “Running over, running over; my cup is full and running over. Since the Lord saved me, I’m as happy as can be; my cup is full and running over.” By it, children were taught that … Continue reading
“Hey, Mom, guess what I found in the attic in our old house on 18th Street,” Roger called as he excitedly showed me my wedding dress. We had moved into that house in 1965 so it had been there thirty-five … Continue reading
Frank’s challenge this week is to write on this subject: A Precarious Perch. Let me explain why I chose this picture of the crooked tree. ************ “Come, let’s walk to the Crooked Tree,” was romance of a big kind when … Continue reading