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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Of course, I’m in jest with the prayer below, but I have told you before that I sometimes even tell jokes to God. We have fun together! Same is true for the picture. I told my kids I needed a … Continue reading
I’m so busy Being busy At my family business, That I’m missing being busy At my blogging business. I know you’re busy being busy On your special business. But don’t get too busy Being busy To heed the “THANKSGIVING” business!
Thanksgiving – 2014 You learned to play the scale; you are so gifted. – So nice to have you come. – Gramma, I writed you a letter – Got anymore of Vicky’s cake left? – It took lots of pecans … Continue reading
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
Much heaven in my earthly life. **************** Thanks, Shweta, for the six word challenge, Prompt word: Heaven https://thesoulsearchersite.wordpress.com/category/six-word-stories/
Too busy to write, Too busy to read. Just taking a look Here and there. Grabbing bites; Settling fights. Who is right? Late into night. Playing old games; Learning new names. Meeting new folks; Telling old jokes. “Come on in, … Continue reading
My 82nd Thanksgiving and I ponder. Is there still a place for me? I wonder. There are still new roses in spite of the freeze: From the north comes a cold biting breeze. Small child gives me a gift … Continue reading