Living in the Peace Zone
I was awake in the night praying for my granddaughter. She was leaving on her first driving-trip alone to Austin yesterday morning. At 17 she’s a great driver, but I send off a quick text message to her: “Looks like lots of rain this morning, sweet girl. Please, please be careful and cautious. Praying angels…
Seventeen years ago, my fingers hurt so much that I couldn’t button my shirt or pick up my grandbabies. A rheumatologist diagnosed it as osteoarthritis, a chronic disease that, she said, could only be maintained (not healed) via drugs. She prescribed Vioxx. My husband said to me as we drove home, “Now we know the…
My daughter completed writing another book that has been sent off to the publisher. I was grateful to be her technical writer, going through the manuscript with a “fine tooth comb” to review it for clarity, punctuation, grammar, and content. With the wisdom she learned from her own life experiences, she wrote as a disciple…
I take my daily FB postings very seriously. Throughout the day I pay attention to people, places and things that could potentially be the inspiration for me. As I was driving home from Austin after two weeks away, I was thinking about my post for today. I was thinking that maybe I should write a…
That RADIANCE – That Glow! A dear saint, my Mama, used to say to me when I felt less than pretty or RADIANT — “Pretty is as pretty does!” Honestly that annoyed me because I could only see a freckled (often with pimples) face, brown dish-water colored hair, the skinniest, flat chested teenager in ALL…
We have all heard the phrase “right place at the right time”. That was my daughter when she just happened to be at a conference in Hawaii and the conference director asked if she would sing a song at one of the events. Always prepared with a soundtrack back then, she did sing and belted…
Whew! How can it be? I still so fondly remember your Dad and I dreaming of having a baby boy, and then God gave us YOU! We were so young and in love and hardly knew how to take care of ourselves – never mind, a baby, but with God’s help, and our highly experienced…
At dinner last week at our fishing cabin, with three 17-year old guys, as only Staci can do when she is in rare form (that’s most of the time), asked the boys what were they looking for in a future wife. I know what’s she’s doing when she asks those kinds of questions. It’s an…