I’ve been reading L.M.Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables series. I’m almost done with the third one. If I begin writing a little too flowery, that’s why. I lifted my head from the book this morning and thought, “I’m afrost with delight o’er the thought of what will be accomplished today.” Continue reading
Maybe you’ve heard some of these before.
“This guy is whack!”
“She’s never going to change.”
“If she won’t work, she shouldn’t eat.”
“You just can’t help people like that.”
But you can.
Recently I read this… Continue reading
“Ugh….where’s the instruments? Why can’t I hear anything but the alto on the worship team? Why is it so bad? It’s nothing but drums and alto…seriously…drums and alto? I am trying so hard Lord, I’m trying to worship, it’s not the song, it’s not the style, it’s the sound!
I took the new black nylon diamond out of the back of my van hoping the wind would sustain it. Aron ran along beside me, mostly disinterested in kite flying when there was a playground within sight. I wasn’t trying to test his patience, but I wanted to see if this new one was flight worthy. Continue reading
A few years back I had a strange morning. A morning in which the backhand of criticism and the forehand of encouragement both took their shots. In a matter of minutes I was presented with two scenarios, I am either a poor example of protection and security over my children, or a rich one. Continue reading
Tossing, turning, thinking…”I wonder why she doesn’t like me…maybe it’s because of what I said to her. Oh, why did I say that?”
Years ago, I walked into a room at church and as I approached a friend, I noticed how nice she looked. Her golden hair looked silky smooth, her blue eyes were shining and her fair skin looked amazing. Her red sweater seemed to set it all off for her. Continue reading
My dad got married on Tuesday. I have no pictures. I have little detail, but I thought I’d share with anyone who cares to know, and have this here for the sake of my own memory.
Tuesday, March 19th, 2013, at 5:00 p.m. Harry and Rosa tied the knot.…
Yesterday morning I laid Aron’s clothes out for him in the living room. He was still eating breakfast in the kitchen and we were running late so instead of making him run upstairs to find clothes I decided to bring them down and help him dress once he was finished. Continue reading
I don’t like failing, and maybe that’s a harsh word for it, but I definitely blew it recently. Continue reading
Ivan is dramatic. The smallest stubbed toe is a traumatic event and I question each cry, scream, yell, whimper and meltdown. Continue reading