Many of us have a story ~ a single defining event that determines the trajectory of our lives. We tell the story often. Good or bad, these stories have the strength to tear us down or build us up. I’m no exception. And although I have a plethora of life-altering events that have steered me […]

I’m blessed with many people placed in my life by the divine hand of God. Some of them I’ve known since I was a child, which means they carry many memories with me. A handful of others have only recently been gifted to me. Each one carries a unique piece of my story and how

Much, if not most, of life is lived in the tension. We celebrate at the job promotion, but suffer from the extra responsibilities. We welcome the colors that come with spring and subsequently find ourselves consumed with upkeep. We’re filled with joy as our children reach the next milestone and yet struggle with the reality

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. THIS MATERIAL IS INTENDED FOR MATURE FEMALE AUDIENCES ONLY. She said, “Seriously! Come as you are”. The spontaneous invite for supper and drinks on the deck was hard to turn down. The preacher on any given Sunday even says it. “Just come as you are.” But he’s standing on the stage

This cross hangs from my husband’s rearview mirror. I have one in my truck as well. But does it mean anything? Many in our world are quick to want to help someone or fix a problem. We start a food pantry or a shelter for the homeless. We donate to good causes. We go on

I practically ran out of work today. I was ready to sit on my porch and watch the predicted storms roll in for the evening. Kenny was going to be home a little later due to a work obligation. My plan was to intentionally drag my feet regarding the evening chores: chickens need attention, and

Grandma’s flowers were always gorgeous. Actually, both of my grandmas had the ability to grow just about anything. Whether it was the vegetable garden or the flower bed, in retrospect, they were practically works of art. I often found myself at one house or the other, and work was frequently involved. However, as I pondered

The view from my porch never gets old. Bird watching has become a spectator sport, including two pairs of binoculars. The hummingbirds create hours of entertainment. The bees quickly move from one flower to another. The rabbits feast endlessly on the clover. There’s an intermittent visit from a chicken, although I prefer they stay away

She was having a fun conversation with a little girl who appeared to be about four years old. As they strolled along the water’s edge, I couldn’t help but listen. Even with the waves crashing in the background, her accent was one I recognized; however, she spoke clear English. She demonstrated no hesitancy as she

I didn’t see it coming. It took me completely by surprise. Moving slowly along the shoreline, attempting to catch a glimpse of a perfect shell, there it was. I threw off my shoes with haste, determined to snag the treasure. Just as my fingertips broke the surface of the water, the shell grew legs. Simultaneously,