It’s a Come as You Are Party
I remember “back in the day” when we had “Come as you are” parties. The party planner called and invited friends who HAD to come right then, in whatever they had on at the time being. It was hilarious – PJ’s, work-out or dress-to-the-nines clothes, evening wear, swimming suit and jeans and a T–shirt or…
I Will — With All My Heart
Many years ago, I stood at an altar as Rev. Herbert Wuerch said these words: “Will you love him all the days of your life?” That was a serious question and as a young bride, I had no idea the journey that would be ahead. I would be replying to not just my soon-to-be father-in-law…
Why Am I So Attractive?
Catchy title, right? Especially when one looks in the mirror and their hair is having a good day, the make-up blended just right and, that blue top certainly brings out the blue in your eyes. But, that’s not the “attractive” I’m talking about. Attractive to mosquitoes or chiggers. Not sure which one — neither is…
Climbing the Mountain to the Cross
My son kept saying “Mom, I’ve got to take you up the mountain to see the cross! It’s so beautiful up there!” He was up early (5:30 am) the next day to give me the sunrise view! The sun was rising and the timing was perfect. It was well worth the climb to the top…
We Can No Longer Just Watch and Wait
This isn’t typical of my usual daily posts in a story-line format because I sense a greater call today. I don’t “grandstand” too often. I fly under the radar when it comes to most political and public controversies. But my heart just won’t let me be silent when it comes to the abortion atrocities and…
Tenderize My Heart, Lord
While writing in my journal, I wrote: “Lord, tenderize my heart for others.” Tenderize? Where did that come from? Suddenly, I went “nostalgic” and saw my mom holding a meat tenderizer hammer beating the tar out of a piece of meat. She was beating it to make the meat more tender. And, of course, that…
Who is Trevor Lawrence, Anyway?
My son texted me on Tuesday: “Good morning! I love you! Wow, did Alabama get stomped!” My reply, without looking at the score of the Clemson/Alabama championship game, was “They sure did. I’m sure they were humbled.” Actually, I didn’t see the game. Once Oklahoma was out, so was I. But, subsequently I did check…