If I had to choose a favorite holiday--it would be Thanksgiving! Please don't get me wrong--I do love Christmas! But there is something special about Thanksgiving.  The word within its self is truly a gift. Thanks. Giving. I heard a lady say--just this week--when our heart is full of gratitude--it's hard to focus on the anxiety that strives to live there. I know there are several families this year who recently said good-bye to the family members--here on this earth--until

The clouds are puffed--layered--like suds waiting for dirty dishes to drop. Lord, I pray, please send rain. We are in need. It's Tuesday--nine days 'til Thanksgiving--thirty-four days 'til Christmas. This wasn't in my plans today--but I'm in need of light bulbs--why is it they all go out at the same time. I need the long kind--for the basement. A few days ago, I bought the ones that read--"basement and workshop" on the label. But nope, not for my basement. It's still early

Writing my prayers in a journal has been a part of my life for a while now. The idea or the challenge to myself , I can't remember the year, I'll have to go back and look, but what I do remember was journaling my prayers started in the month of November. I was struggling with a decision and I thought--I'll write my prayers in a journal for 30 days--30 days, and God will give me an answer. He did and here I am, some five plus years later, still filling journals with morning a

I watched as she placed her arm around his shoulder--softly rubbing his back. His hair the color of white and gray--many strands hanging loosely while others tucked beneath his baseball cap. The bill of the hat rested low, leaning on the back of his neck. And on the cap--the letters "Veteran" was woven in red, white, and blue. The children sang the patriotic songs of old. Stood in attention with their right hands on their hearts reciting from memory--the Pledge of Allegiance

Ralph and Sadie lived in a little house alongside a dirt road just a short distance from the main road--a little under a mile to be exact. And Ralph and Sadie had a few young'uns. These kids, they weren't mean per se. They were what people call--mischievous. They played outside--in the dirt--in the woods--rode bikes--among other things, when they weren't hoeing taters or picking green beans or doing some other job they were told to do. They rode the bus morning and after

I saw a church sign this week--drove by it more than once on my way to here and there. And the sign, it read--God Bless the Breast Cancer Survivors. I read over four million women are breast cancer survivors. I am one of four million. Once you've heard the words, breast cancer--no matter where the words appear--on a medical chart--a sign--seeing or hearing these two words can often pull raw and tender memories to the surface--emotions of the hard--the difficult days in the

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There have been days I didn't like him and he certainly didn't like me--but we have managed. My phone lit up--a message from my daughter...

Another one!!?? Tossing the egg on the kitchen countertop. Maybe this is how deviled eggs got their name. Maybe the "devil" part comes...

This is all I have today--this week. It's been a gut-wrenching week. Blood stains in a classroom--on a train--on a university campus. ...

She's small and frail--in her eighties--a widow-- her smile shines bright. We sit close on the front pew--during an altar of prayer. ...

I first shared this story on March 19, 2022. It was the beginning of the Ukrainian war--sadly a war that still continues. But on this...