Called by Name
I didn’t like roll call on the first day of school or most other days when our teacher called out our names. My name was Donna Wheat! That’s when the kids shouted out Donna Corn; Donna Buckwheat; Donna Wheaties! So, I’d sit in those freshly adorned classrooms every fall with my lips pursed, eager to…
God Inscribes Our Name
I saw a friend write a phone number of someone on the palm of her hand. I’ve seen others write their grocery list on their hand. And, I remember when I was a kid in school, seeing some “cheaters” write the answers to test questions on the palms of their hands. I’ve been a fan…
Winter Wonderland in Tulsa
Day 48 of Photo Inspiration — Winter Wonderland in Tulsa I remember these days, as a kid — so thankful for a snow day when schools were closed. But, today, t I know the kids are probably thinking “Of all days for it to snow, when schools were already closed because it’s President’s Day! So,…
My Name is in His Hand
I’m a fan of Max Lucado’s writings — he’s so real and relevant, and what he says touches my heart so much. This one, I just had to pass on to my wonderful FB friends: “When I see a flock of sheep I see exactly that, a flock. A rabble of wool. I don’t see…