Blind Faith
I don’t see well — literally and, honestly, sometimes figuratively. Each morning, one of the first things I do is open my eyes, one at a time, and insert a contact lens. Blink. Blink. Just like that — clearer vision. And each morning, one of…
Holiness in a Headband
“LORD, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth… What is mankind that You are mindful of them, human beings that You care for them? You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honor” (Ps….
Hardware In Heaven
Previously posted, this came to mind yesterday as I drove, again, through my hometown of Covington. And precious memories of Mr. John and Ms. Betty came flooding back… ________________________________________________________________________ John Thompson and his sweet wife Betty must’ve not minded clutter. And as a young girl,…
Prepare Him Room
Let’s be honest. He’s probably gotten a pretty bad rap for a long time. Personally, I’ve resented him. Felt bitter toward him. Questioned him. And, in truth, blamed him — that Innkeeper in the little town of Bethlehem, who told Joseph, “No room.” Perhaps he…
Growing Conversations with God
I realized recently how much my conversations with our daughter Allie have changed since she joined us almost seven years ago. Because she was only two, many of our “talks” consisted of her speaking a language we rarely fully understood, though I did my best…
A Visit to ‘God’s Diner’
I’d gone to Haywood 209 Café — a local diner-like establishment — to meet my dear friend Rebecca Lile, who is now a published author. (Yay!) We celebrated her birthday and enjoyed a leisure breakfast — catching up on one another’s lives, especially the release…
Something Grand!
I remember a time when I was a child. My family was at Disney World and in line to ride the Jungle Cruise. The line was long, and it was hot. As my younger sister Kathleen and I wove in and out of the turnstiles…
Miracle in the Mess
This past Sunday, our family again made our annual trip to Boyd’s Christmas Tree farm to pick out a tree. It was a lovely day — sunny and just cool enough to warrant jackets and mittens (at least for me). We found our tree, and…
Simeon’s Song of Thanksgiving
Simeon took him in his arms and praised God (Luke 2:28). I don’t know why. For me, this is the season of tears. From Thanksgiving until the New Year, I cry easily. Over little things. A song on the radio. Seeing a poverty-stricken person. A commercial…
Remembering Our Golden Girl
Remembering our sweet Annabelle, whom we buried by the pond just several days ago — one year after her passing… I’d taken our sweet Annabelle to visit my friend and loving veterinarian Dr. Beth. She’d been acting unlike herself and was having difficulty going potty….