I love white dogwood blossoms. When I lived in a parsonage, right next door to the church where my father was a pastor, there were many old fashioned trees and shrubs planted between the house and the church. Deep rose colored camellias, a snow ball bush, pink hawthorn. My favorite was the tall, stately white [...]
I'm leaving early tomorrow morning to attend my aunt's memorial service. A lot has transpired this week and I'll tell you all about it next week. Until then, enjoy the beauty of autumn.
Would we forget to pray for our kids and grands if we didn't have the bowl of rocks with their names on them? Probably not, but seeing their names on the rocks is a reminder to both of us to pray for our loved ones.
Just a reminder my book launch for my newest book--A Trustworthy Anchor: God's Hope & Encouragement in the Storms of Life--a forty-day devotional is one week from today!
Like a princess, she sat there, delighted to see me and Jim.
The best part about the trip was finally arriving at our destination.
We’re on a journey.
Being in the beautiful outdoors has been refreshing and I've taken some time to just enjoy the beauty that surrounds me.
That bright Saturday morning, with my daughter Erika, and her two sons, Andrew and Caleb, ages 8 and 9, we took that challenging hike. We'd scrambled up the 4500 feet to the top, walked across the flat, green meadow that was like a table.
I haven't forgotten that swift angry feeling that exploded inside.
