I have 241 blogs started but not finished or posted. Two hundred and forty-one. That smacks of something, but I don’t know what to be honest. (That’s the topic for another post.) I read one a while back, and I honestly felt encouraged because I realized that I’ve learned something…
It was just a very full pipe stand. My first thought was how much they reminded me of my Dad…my second was, “Ewwww…that’s kinda gross…think…
“You’re not my mom, Mom.” When my 6 year old said this we all chuckled a bit that while referring to me as Mom she…
Broken. One of those words that doesn’t bring a lot of joy. Who wants to be broken? Broken things. Broken bones. Broken relationships. Broken vows.…
More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not…

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the LORD your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…Since you are precious and honored in my sight, and because I love you. ” Isaiah 43:1-4