Yes, I am going ‘old school.’ Catching up was a common phrase back in the day. It was a way for friends to get caught up on each other’s lives. I guess today the phrase is, let’s grab a cup of coffee. I remember coffee or tea as an established part of catching up, not the main event. Catching up was all about friends, family and life.
Continue reading “Let’s Catch up”
I have been avoiding this post for about two weeks. This is something I did not want to believe; yet the Lord in His infinite patience taught me I must let go of a false belief. I don’t want to think my grandmother could have been off track, but… maybe? Continue reading “Unconditional?”
This week I found my writing meandering. Then the words stopped. I spent this week dreading each day ahead of me imagining what would happen tomorrow. What are they going to say? What if I said this? I could not stop my mind from playing out scenarios. Continue reading “Limitations”
I have little signs in my home. Most of the time, I do not see them. They contain phrases and words to inspire and encourage me, or just make me laugh. Like the one I cross-stitched hanging in the bathroom. In a houseful of readers, this one always brings a smile to my face. Continue reading “Little Signs”
The second day of Christmas has me back at work for a couple of days and thinking of Christmas blessings. Continue reading “Christmas Blessings”
I thought I might try something new. A short thought on each of the twelve days of Christmas. I must say day one has been the best Christmas day in years. Continue reading “Christmas Tree Down!”
I’m tackling a serious topic. Something I see happening in our culture. Something I find a hard to accept. Continue reading “Forgive or not…”
Hustle Bustle Part II: I wanted to write and upload this blog post on Wednesday. I never got to it. My hustle bustle took over and the writing had to wait. Continue reading “The Trap”
I have spider and varicose veins on my legs. They are not horrible but I’m little self-conscious about them. So I wear a lot of leggings and tights, even in the summer. Continue reading “Scars”
Milly Really! 