Placing our Treasures in God’s Mighty Hands
I am being nostalgic as my youngest grandchild, Bryson, is embarking on his last year of high school. I wrote this text message to my son and daughter: “Good morning my loves. Sweet mama, I can imagine how you’re feeling as your last child and my last grandchild is heading out to his last high…
You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby!
If you’re saying that to me — you hit the nail on the head! Yes! I have — from that intimidated, shy, fearful, and low self-esteem young girl to this out there in attitude, brave and confident “mature” woman. I am a better version of myself because I determined to get out of that shell…