Finding Our Way Home
Let me tell you about the most lost I’ve ever been — more than once or twice! Picture this: new city, unfamiliar streets, and me, utterly convinced I could find my way back home without asking for directions. Spoiler alert: I missed my road home each time. I had just moved to the metropolis of…
Home NOT Alone
It all started seven months ago when we had an estate sale to rid his home of no longer-needed contents. He loved our apartment “nest”, so he put his charming home on the market. Little did we know that beneath its delightful exterior, lay a web of plumbing problems waiting to be uncovered. But hey,…
Please Pick Me Lord
I wanted to be picked for that part or answering that question in school. And, after watching many episodes of The Chosen, I wonder if I would have desired to be picked as one of Jesus’ followers. I think that I would have enjoyed hanging out with Mary Magdalene and be in on those conversations…
Our Home Here & in Heaven
The first home that we officially owned was in South Oak Cliff (suburb of Dallas). That little 1,100 sq ft home was smaller than the apartment I live in now. I took this photo when my granddaughter, Alexia, and I were traveling to Austin a while back. I wanted her to see her Papa and…
It’s Good to be Back Home
John Denver sang “Hey, it’s good to be back home again!” And Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, said, “There’s no place like home!” And, I’m singing and saying that today! Whether it’s a day, a week, or a month away from it — there’s just no place like home. Whew! I’m typing this blog…
This is my Temporary Home
I’m HOME in Austin. Officially. My family brought over yummy Mexican food to celebrate. They welcomed me with so much love. First night’s sleep was solid — once I got to sleep. Same bed in new location. Feels good. I’m thrilled to have landed safe and sound and unboxing is my mode of operation right…
Homeward Bound
On Thursday, at 7 am, I am walking with my earbuds in, and Chris Tomlin’s song “Home” comes on from my playlist. As I hear the words, I think about my dear friend’s dad who is lingering in his final hours of life. I tear up because I just imagine that those words must be…
Being Contented in Whatever State, City or Home We’re In
I loved it when we went around our Thanksgiving table sharing what we are grateful for, especially when we all spoke of people – not things – the things money can’t buy. Thanksgiving usually brings families “home”. “Home’ isn’t necessarily the brick and mortar of the home we live in. For example, my oldest two…
A Big Return on our Investment
It is Sunday morning. After a month-long Tour de Texas, it’s good to be back home again – “home” home, and to my church home. I hear: “You’re back!” “Welcome home, Donna!” “We missed you, Donna!” I love those words: “Welcome home!” Can we even fathom what those words meant to the prodigal son when…
The Little Things Can Mean So Much
When itemizing those things we are grateful for, we’ll often list things that money affords, like our home, car, food, clothes, electronics, and those things that add to our comfort. Since my washer and dryer are 25+ years old, I thank God each time I get my washing and drying done, But this Thanksgiving week,…