I looked back to see my last post. It was dated 11/19/2022. Stunned I look at the calendar 2/18/2023. Desire to write hit me full force. Oh… how I miss writing. Until this moment I haven’t written anything since November 30th. I have taken another step, a really big step, in my walk with the Lord. This step had many pieces and tasks. It consumed my days for the last three months…
Continue reading “Another Step”
As we do in every year, we make changes. This is nothing new. Change is a part of daily life. There is no “normal.” We live in the present and deal with what is happening today. I received an offer from the Lord to change my journey.
Continue reading “Lenten Adventures”
Life shifts and we change. There is something new in the air. We question and redefine our priorities. This is part of being alive! We call the big changes transformations or conversions. What about small changes? The little steps we take towards God. What about those? Does that change us? Continue reading “Change in the Air”
An observation is taking root in my soul. What happened to our stories? The secular media pounds us with information. What is missing? The story is missing. I’m beginning to think we have lost the art of teaching through words. Continue reading “Tell the Story”
These last few weeks have been rough. We have a crisis in Milly’s Realm that I cannot yet discuss the details here in the digital world. The situation has disrupted my schedules, sleep, and peace. Continue reading “What Happened to Milly”
I hope not! It does seem as though some people were born to be bitter. But who in their right mind would hold a sweet babe and think bitterness? Continue reading “Born to be Bitter?”
So I’m playing a puzzle on my computer and the pieces are scattered across my screen. Just like they would be on my tabletop…
So…Changing the way I say Grace for my meals is not so easy. I find myself rooted in tradition. This one has been with me all my life, just like my bedtime prayers. Continue reading “Saying Grace”
Yesterday while out shopping, I saw the bank building I went to as a child was torn down. A small prick of regret pierced my heart. A piece of my childhood was gone. Continue reading “Uprooting Milly”
Milly Really! 