Happy Friday, my friends. Yes, I know it's been awhile—and I've missed you! Thanks for not giving up on me. Really. . . Thank you. Soon I'll catch you up on the continuing crazies around here. Or, hopefully, we'll just be able to put them behind us for good and jump into the next best thing. Until then, my sweet Renaissance Man and I are trying really hard to remember . . . This morning when I woke up and saw this week's word prompt for Five Minute Friday, it stirred something in my spirit and made me want to write. So here I am. And here's the word that captured my attention . . . START It's an intriguing word: LOYAL. It seems in our world today we associate loyalty with pooches ... Keep Reading...
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WILL WE EVER BREAK GROUND ON OUR FINALLY FARMHOUSE? Switching gears {yet again} . . . but still moving forward
Walking out of the South Carolina hotel room, we dodged mid-morning cleaning carts lining the hallway as we made our way to the elevator. And then I heard her. With voice strong and clear, full of confidence, the housekeeper spoke of an eternal God—her God—who would call her home someday whenever he was good and ready. She said His are the commandments that matter most. It seems she was tired of all of the “can’t do” rules at the place where she lives. She wanted more freedom for herself and her family. Someday I’m gonna have me a house where I can plant my flowers and take care of my yard. With a front porch I can sweep—and a back porch where I can put out some little chairs and sit outside and drink my coffee and ... Keep Reading...
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Choices in the Mist: Living a life that matters
This isn’t your typical Mother’s Day post—at all. But it’s what’s on this mother’s mind today . . . It was July 2005, and I stood in the British Museum in London looking at the most well-preserved human I’d ever seen, little tufts of red hair still intact on his scalp. He had died more than 5500 years prior, his mummified remains housed in the museum since 1901. I felt strangely drawn to the once-alive body as my mind began to ponder the cycle of life; birth through death as we know it. The now-nameless man had lived and breathed and had his being on this earth just as I do. He had experienced infanthood, childhood, manhood. Hopefully someone had loved him, and he them. Mere days ... Keep Reading...
