Wherever the wind takes you this weekend ... I hope you enjoy yourself! Join me for Pink Saturday at How Sweet the Sound. It's the place to be if you like pink! ... Keep Reading...
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The Rose By Any Other Name … is Still Grandma’s
This was Grandma's rose ... but it's mine now. My first memory of this pretty pink climber is when it lived in south Texas at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Then, thanks to my parents, it moved 350 miles north and was cared for until I was ready for it ... years later. When the time came, Mom and Dad dug up my portion of this beauty and drove it almost 1000 miles northeast to Tennessee where Renaissance Man planted it along the fence line where its subtly soft flowers always brought sweet memories of Grandma. But then we moved, and we left the rose behind. We said we'd bring it with us ... but we got busy renovating an old house in town and planning a daughter's out-of-state wedding ... and the rose was ... Keep Reading...
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When Quiet Time Takes a Detour …
The people went around gathering it, and then ground it in a hand mill or crushed it in a mortar. They cooked it in a pot or made it into loaves. And it tasted like something made with olive oil. (Numbers 11:8) This verse caught my eye the other day ... for a couple of random reasons that will soon become apparent. But (thankfully) the first thing that jumped out at me was the one that matters most: the Truth. This verse is about the people of Israel. God's chosen. The "it" is the manna God provided for their nourishment while they were wandering in the desert. The bread of Heaven was sent every day. Without fail. Exactly what they needed ... and never late. But you see, in the midst of ... Keep Reading...
