My foray into blogging began in July 2010 when I joined the 100th Tablescape Thursday celebration at Between Naps on the Porch. Today marks the 500th celebration! Congratulations, Susan, on ten amazing years of playing in the dishes! Although my tablescaping is limited these days (as our living-in-300-square-feet saga continues), I couldn't pass up the opportunity to join Tablescape Thursday's party and link up 10 of my favorite tablescapes. They're not necessarily my all-time favs. Tablescapes are a bit like children: you love them all for different reasons! So here they are . . . in no particular order. Click on the titles to see the original posts. TABLESCAPE DEBUT KEY TO MY HEART . . . ... Keep Reading...
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The Way of the Cross: Still relevant today
This post was first published here Easter 2015. The young pastor friend has moved on to a larger church in another state, but his words still resonate three years later. I needed to read them today. Perhaps you do, too. Happy Easter, my friends. Weeks ago I was touched by a prayer, its words penned and lifted by my friend, Reverend Andrew Whaley, pastor of First Presbyterian Church here in Jefferson City, Tennessee. He's younger than my children... and wise beyond his years. I've been waiting until today—the beginning of Holy Week—to share its beauty with you. May you be blessed, encouraged, and challenged by its truths even as I continue to be. The way of the cross looks ... Keep Reading...
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Shhh. . . Soaking up the silence
Saturday morning. I’m sitting in my little trailer having my quiet time; praying Ephesians. Reflected in the glass cabinet door across the room is blowing smoke from the outdoor smoker Renaissance Man fired up earlier this morning before loading up the week’s trash and heading to the dump. Meals for grieving friends—and our dinner—will be ready in a few hours. I’m grateful for the quiet. I have a day full of computer work to do (and a few more windows to tackle that will have to wait for another day), but before I get started—while I’m home alone—I’m soaking up the silence. Other than a truck on the road a mile away, the only sound I hear is a persistent bird calling for spring to “hurry!” Be still . . ... Keep Reading...
