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.
oneta hayes on WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH? Julie (aka Cookie) on WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH? floridaborne on WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH? oneta hayes on WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH? insanitybytes22 on WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH?
- Follow Sweet aroma on WordPress.com
Category Archives: marriage
So, here I am injecting myself into Sam’s Story! I wasn’t intending to do a part 7, but I didn’t want to leave Sammy fending for himself in that big old New York City. No, he didn’t stay there … Continue reading
Aberystwyth of the Hinterland In the hills of Wales Gave safe harbor to an English lad Who lived to tell some tales. To celebrate his birthday on July 22, I will put this English lad’s story in the cloud this … Continue reading
Men, men, what would I do without them? I am blessed with many good men in my life: Sons, Grand-sons, Brother, Brothers-in-law, Nephews, Pastor, and Friends – And most of all, my husband, Sammy. Without him —- Instead of picking … Continue reading
“Oh, please Hun, let’s buy it,” Lydia pleaded. Hun gave a loving but somewhat derisive chuckle. “Oh, I can see it now. The first time we have had money to invest, and you want this!” “I can see Luke and … Continue reading
How about that three cent stamp! This was the letter Sammy wrote my parents in 1953. Letterhead was Southwestern Bible College in Oklahoma City. Dated April 10, 1953: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers, … Continue reading
I’ve learned the story of why this bike is parked here at Mazie’s house every day for ten hours. Sad, really. Jake is the rider. Jake and Mazie were married for 24 years. They divorced 37 years ago and neither … Continue reading
I’m having a bit of a laugh about my blog from yesterday. Only my son and his wife even slightly suggested their menu before marriage might have included something besides food. 😀 I guess they knew Mom had something in … Continue reading
As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her. She sat gracefully and snuggled up against his warm and welcoming body. Every inch of his body sensed her presence, as he opened his arms … Continue reading
For many years, George and Ida had talked about “crossing the bridge.” George’s dad “crossed the bridge” eighteen years ago; his mom eight years later. Friends were almost all over eighty and the time had come for them to cross … Continue reading