My first step was a misstep. Right out of the gate I chose poorly. I woke up late and instead of dropping my kid off at school and then showering, I decided I had just enough time to jump in quick and still get him there on time. That was my first misstep. Then he … Continue reading
So last week, I said, “goodbye” to our oldest daughter again. It’s that time of year, when we send our kids off to college and wonder again, “How did this go so fast?” Her flight wasn’t leaving until 5 in the evening so my whole day was just one long goodbye feeling. I knew it … Continue reading
Today we’re linking up with Five Minute Friday. The rules are: Lisa Jo gives us a topic to write on for 5 minutes…no major editing, no thinking too much…just writing and linking back to her site. Ironically, her blog site is “broken” and is experiencing some technical difficulty this week so we are linking up at … Continue reading
While ripping away at the weeds in my cobblestone path, I unknowingly ripped out an ant hill. The “unknowingly” part was short-lived as they began crawling between my toes and up my legs. I had disturbed their cosmos; and in return, I began the “ant” dance to rid my feet and legs of their search for … Continue reading
The days have been squelching hot and I’ve been hiding inside; doing anything to keep cool! I’m beginning my days early; walking Della, our yellow lab, while there’s still shade along the edge of the field. I began this post inside at my desk with Della laying at my feet. But then she began pestering, nudging … Continue reading
For the month of July, I am hosting the One Thousand Gifts DVD Bible Study with Ann Voskamp at our church. We’re having fun, crying some good tears and learning to slow down in the midst of life’s chaos. As all good leaders know, preparation is huge if you’re going to do anything well. So … Continue reading
It’s amazing how the smallest taste, scent or sound can flood the mind with memories. Peach rings and cinnamon rolls do that for me. Cinnamon rolls—the words simply spoken bring memories of mom to the forefront. Mom rolling out the dough, sprinkling cinnamon, and lining up the bread to rise overnight. The aroma of baking … Continue reading
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