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  • beautiful home

    Recently I had dinner at a friend’s house, and I have to be honest, I love it there. I told her that I can’t wait until I can adult like her. Beautiful surrounds her at every turn.  I was sharing with one of my daughters while driving to the grocery store how my friend’s house…

  • When Faith and Questions Coexist

    I enjoyed a lovely lunch with a dear friend who epitomizes grace, although she probably wouldn’t agree. She is one of those people who has suffered so profoundly that it’s hard to understand how she is still standing upright, much less smiling and serving others with compassion. She is deep. Deep in faith. Deep in…

  • Dogeared and Dearly Loved

    Dogeared: (adj.) Having many pages with corners that have been folded down, usually a sign of heavy use. I never used to fold down the corner of book pages. It would be shocking to me to ruin the clean, flat, perfect look of a page. Now, I almost take pleasure in bending that little bit…

  • No Drowning Allowed

    I don’t know if you ever played this silly game when you were young, but my friends and I thought it was hysterical to pretend we were drowning. Usually in the shallow end. We would jump up above the water, put one finger up, take an exaggerated gulp of air, and dramatically go under. Then…

  • Would you please?

    In my spare time (LOL) I’m reading a book that is really challenging me. Actually, I’m reading a few because whenever I have a minute I grab the nearest book and start reading. I love to read…probably why I’m an English teacher. The author of one of the books I’m reading shared that she wasn’t…

  • Been A Long Time

    You know how when you haven’t talked with someone for a long time it is hard to know where to start…that’s where I am. It’s been forever and I don’t know what to tell you…what to share. I’ve been trying to figure out what keeps me from allowing my fingers to move across the keyboard…

  • A Porch in a Storm

    A tremendous thunderstorm is going on as I sit quietly on my back porch**. It’s a little damp, loud, and chilly, but it is a lot nice. I love it. I can’t tell you how blessed I am to have this sweet moment to think. On one hand, I feel that I have so many…

  • Been Awhile

    I love writing, but lately I’ve found it difficult to click on that post button. I believe part of the reason, besides being too busy to put two coherent thoughts together, is that a few voices in my head have made it seem like I really should be in a better place by now. Some…

  • Invisible

    I was standing in the shower thinking. It might be the only place that I can think because it drowns out all the other noises in my house, including the child jiggling the door knob and calling my name. I was thinking how I so want to write something encouraging.  Right now God has me…

  • Just 10 Facts and 6 To-Dos

    There is no two ways about it.  I’ve become an anxious woman…again. I struggled with this years ago, and here I am again. Fearful, concerned, worried…anxious. It’s a chest-crushing fear.  A wake up in the middle of the night worry.  An Oh my goodness!  Am I having a heart-attack? anxious. And for the life of…