Clean Hands and a Pure Heart
I remembered when little fingerprints covered the lower half of my sliding glass doors when we were with our little great nieces and nephew a few weeks ago. It was unquestionable that those fingerprints were theirs because of the height of their placement and the size of those little hands. The evidence was real. We…
Desert — NOT Dessert
We’re nine (9) days into Lent, but whose counting? Me! I’m numbering the days to Easter in my journal. The end of this season isn’t even in sight yet. Do I sound whiny? “PLEASE, just one tiny taste of chocolate!!” I may sound whiny but I’m really not. I know I need this season —…
Lent Means Course Correction
As a Private Pilot, I have extra help with the notion of “I believe I can fly”. We had a single engine Cessna 182 – a sweet ride. We logged many hours flying across this great country. Though I haven’t flown in a while, I remember some crucially important flight requirements that ensured landing where,…
Just Tidying Up Things Around Here
I learned from the best of them – my mother-in-law – about organizing and keeping things in their proper order. Perfectionism is one of her claims to fame which she passed on to her son, my husband and to our son who is “Mr. Organized” to the nth degree and thrives on everything being in…
HELP! I Need Hand & Heart Sanitizer
I was talking to my sis-in-law last night. They are in the professional, large-buildings (mostly banks) cleaning business with over a hundred employees working for them. Bless their hearts. They are also an “essential” business on the front lines. Because sanitizing standards are amped up, their employees are working double and triple the hours to…
Help! I Need a Course Correction!
I travel the highways to Austin and Tulsa often and rarely do I need directions. But, when I am on the phone or in Lala Land while driving, I just might take a wrong turn. One time, I took the wrong exit to Dallas coming home from Tulsa and ended up on some backwoods roads.…
Clean Up. Clean Out. Clean In.
It was Thanksgiving morning and my family were all coming in for our annual festivities. I was in the kitchen and getting my turkey ready for the oven. I walked over to my dining room table and the sun was coming in like a force-field. And, what to my wandering eyes would appear — under…
I Stand Corrected and Humbled
My friend commented on my “Mountain Top” blog yesterday: “I grew up around and raised our children in the mountains of Washington and Oregon. Winter, Spring or Summer, we would enjoy the beauty and majesty of God’s creations. It was not necessarily the scaling the mountain, as we did much of that, or skiing down,…
Clean Hands and a Pure Heart
We’ve all found little finger prints on our glass doors or windows or walls. No sooner do we get those glass doors cleaned, than a little one comes along and puts his hands all over the door again. Little chocolate, play dough or muddy hands had left their imprint. The evidence was real. We recognized…
I Believe I Can Fly
As a Private Pilot, when I hear that song “I Believe I Can Fly”, I have extra help with the notion of flying. We had a single engine Cessna 182 that was a sweet ride, and we logged many hours flying across this great country. I’ve only flown an airplane once since my Honey’s promotion…