This Thing Called Grace

This Thing Called Grace

I’ve thought about this word a lot lately. Grace. Receiving something I don’t deserve. It settles over me like a cool morning mist. Hovering close. This thing called grace. Smoothing out my rough edges. Hiding my flaws. God has a way of wrapping me in...
When Love Begins In A Cemetery

When Love Begins In A Cemetery

Dinner was finished, and Tim had headed out to mow. I needed to get out, too. Just enjoy some fresh air. Move a bit. Get my heart pumping. As I made my way up the hill near our home, I decided to call a friend and see about¬†her day. We hadn’t been chatting long...
Overwhelmed withThanksgiving

Overwhelmed withThanksgiving

I don’t think I can write about anything more pressing on my mind than what happened in my family’s life on Friday night.For those who don’t know, our youngest son has cancer. Just typing that is painful. However, I have learned in the past nearly 6...
Thumbs up!

Thumbs up!

Thumbs up!This picture was sent to me all the way from Hungary where my dear friend Donnette’s daughter is doing a one-year internship with her husband David. This picture is actually Deborah and her brother-in-law, Aaron. They are showing their love, support,...