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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I owe, I owe so off to work you go! Not many people stay so pleasant when going off to work on a hot summer day. Hats off to my hubby – my darling, dashing Englishman. He decided to be … Continue reading
Dear Friends, today I am introducing my young fathers to you. Dan, my grandson, is a step-father to two boys. For the love of Leeah, he became husband and step-father in one pledge … Continue reading
Ashlyn (7) and Jadalyn (8) were here last week. While I washed the dishes I remembered the days when they both clamored to pull up a stool and wash the dishes. I let them do so occasionally, but generally I … Continue reading
I ended my last post referring to a “snit” for which I had to ask forgiveness. I have had to forgive situations a bit more hurtful than than. But never like some situation which people face. I need to … Continue reading
I’m swimming upstream today so I’ll hurry before I lose my gumption. Here goes: Lewis B. Smedes said, “To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.” This philosophy is highly promoted these days … Continue reading
God created man, after which he looked him over and pronounced him “very good.” But man was not self-sufficient, he had needs which he could not meet. Can you imagine that that was an oversight on the part of God? … Continue reading
“When we move, you will have a room all by yourself, and so will Bubby,” promised Momma and Daddy. And they kept that promise. About a quarter of a mile south of the sandy creek in the Southeastern corner of … Continue reading
If you thought I was going to ignore you, you must not have a grandmother in your life. In case you don’t, I’ll serve that purpose. So, you say you don’t know what love is and you really don’t care, … Continue reading
(See part 1, Alas, My Love has Gone) January 20, 1953, I wrote mom a letter. The letter is six pages long. I typed the beginning then changed to handwriting. The reason I changed is as follows: “I quit typing this … Continue reading