Treasured Tears
I’ll admit it. I am a crybaby. The older I get, the easier it is for me to let the tears flow! During the ring exchange ceremony at our wedding, Carl was supposed to be the first to say “I do” after the words: “Do you promise to have and to hold Donna from this…
Followed by Goodness and Mercy
Uncertainty about what this day holds. Concerned about what the doctor’s report will be. Dismayed about life savings placed in an investment that continues to spiral. Anxious about the cost of living. Worried about the children’s friendships. As much as we know better than to succumb to worry, fear, and anxiety, there are still times…
Run to those Open Arms
Okay! Maybe I’m a “stuck record”! An FYI to the kids who don’t know what “stuck record” means – it refers to the needle on a record player that got stuck on a record and we kept hearing the same lyrics over and over. In my case, it means I can’t move off the story…
God’s Hands of Protection
My grandson, 22-year-old Payton, came down to Austin from Dallas to be part of the 16th birthday celebration for Bryson. Bonus was he stayed with me and got my Christmas decorations in for me. Of course that puts me into “protective mode”. Meaning, when he departed yesterday morning, I prayed God’s hands of protection over…
The Test, the Tribulation, and the Triumph
I am picking up my grandson’s favorite after-school snack: the big plate of honey chicken X 3 and white rice at Panda Express. The manager is helping me. She knows me well from the many times I go in to get Bryson’s “snack”! But this encounter with the manager starts my TEST and my seeking!…
There, But for the Grace of God, Go We
Yesterday morning, first thing, I saw a post in our residents’ Facebook group. These were the words: Yes, gas prices are high. We can choose to travel less.We can choose to carpool. We can choose to bicycle.We can choose to walk. We can choose public transportation.UKRAINE CANNOT. And there but for grace, go we.”— Margaret…
There’s Just Something About “The First”
The first bicycle; the first dance, the first boyfriend, the first kiss, the first home, and the first child. Though the love is no stronger for any of my seven grandchildren from the other, there is still “just something” about the FIRST. Who knew that all those silly, photo-toting, beaming-from-ear-to-ear, incessantly jabbering about their grandkids…
Do You Get Caught Up in the Winds?
In Rusk, TX where they are working relentlessly on their property that will be a blessing to many, I received this text message from my daughter on Thursday: “It’s intense here; 60+ mph winds! Our contractors are having to take measures on our house so that it doesn’t come apart. Please pray for secure protection…
I Gotchu
Last week, my son and I drove to San Antonio for my grandson’s (his son) baseball team’s game. We accomplished our 2-hour trip to the opposing team’s field, but I saw a Jack-in-the-Box and turned in to go to the restroom. But the doors were locked – only drive-thru was offered. Ryan said: “I’d like…
We Passed the Tests
My two youngest grandsons, their friend and I took the COVID-19 test yesterday before our trip back home to Austin today. Thank goodness, we passed the tests, and we’ll be back home tonight. Vacations are great for changing up our lives for a few days but I agree with Brennan when he said: “I’m ready…