Placing our Treasures in God’s Mighty Hands
I am being nostalgic as my youngest grandchild, Bryson, is embarking on his last year of high school. I wrote this text message to my son and daughter: “Good morning my loves. Sweet mama, I can imagine how you’re feeling as your last child and my last grandchild is heading out to his last high…
Just Who Do You Think You Are?
I have been a follower of women’s sports since my own girl played high school basketball. She was dubbed the Tasmanian devil because she was feisty, quick, and could handle the ball around the much taller girls. Women’s basketball is still in my bones. That’s why I enjoy NCAA Women’s basketball. This season Caitlin Clark…
To My Shawntel and Others of Graduating Seniors
To My Shawntel and Other Moms with Graduating Seniors (Men, please read on, too!) Today I’m thinking about my beloved daughter, Shawntel, my son, Ryan’s wife. A year ago, she and I attended the Regents School of Austin’s Senior Baccalaureate (first two pics here). The juniors were there to receive their stoles from the seniors.…
Our Divine Situator
Situation: a set of circumstances in which one finds one’s selfSituator: one who handles situations The eleven members of my son’s family met up at Austin International Airport on Monday for our trip to Cabo. You should have seen my son wrangling us, with our many bags, up to the check-in counter. He was noticed…
Accentuate the Positive
Well, of all things…..yesterday I thought about Bing Crosby and the Andrew Sisters singing this old song: You’ve got to accentuate the positive Eliminate the negative Latch on to the affirmative Don’t mess with Mister In-Between According to Wikipedia, those lyrics were by Johnny Mercer and the song was nominated for the “Academy Award for…
If God is Your Co-Pilot – Swap Seats
My husband and I were both pilots, but he was always the pilot-in-charge. We had a Cessna 182 and I was his co-pilot. I would help with navigating and being his extra pair of eyes, ears, and hands. And, it is the same in commercial planes. The co-pilot’s job is important, but he/she never forgets…
A Love Letter Unlike Any Other
I have a box of love letters that my husband and I sent to each other pre-marriage. While pulling all my stuff together for my move, I ran across that box and took the time to reminisce that sweet love. But, the greatest love I know is not found in those letters. It is found…
Treasurers to Scavengers
The usual “treasure hunt” that Nana (me) always provided for the grands for their birthday each year until they aged out of it, was differen for Brennan’s 16th this year. I explained to the 18 participants about how my grands always had a treasure hunt with a rhyming clue that led to the next location…
When Success is Simply Saying “Yes”
So, I’m doing a final review of a talk I’ll be giving very soon. Suddenly an unexpected wave of concern sweeps over me. I remember that the talk I’ve readied in the quiet will soon be seen and heard by real people. I’m not alone in that feeling. The bookkeeper who must present her spreadsheets…
The Art and Blessing of Compartmentalizing
I learned the art of compartmentalizing from my husband. I remember when were lying in bed at night, I would bring up something unpleasant or negative and my wise AND romantic husband would say: “Not in this room. Not now. Save it for tomorrow and we’ll talk about it then.” My son is a very…