Clutter
One of my big projects this year was organizing the clutter in our butler pantry/office. I've read a humorous article about clutter, illustrating how our messes tend to run our lives. We think we are mastering clutter, when really we are just making piles of it, or moving it from one place to another. Everyone has a certain amount of clutter, whether it is a junk room, a junk closet, or a junk drawer.
Do You Hear What I Hear?
May 29, 2024 by admin
Filed under Life Topics
Every Spring I feel the gentle call from my flower beds. They want my company. The underworked winter soil, hardened by the harshness of winter, gently gives way to the shovel and hoe as I work the soil. My trip to the neighborhood garden nursery is strategically planned and I enjoy browsing different varieties of plants. My traditional roots usually keep me grounded and I customarily pick reliable, heat resistant perennials to occupy my garden beds. As you can imagine, within weeks the lovely vibrant colors of pinks and purples collide against the evergreen shrubs and make for a gorgeous rainbow of color.
An Invitation
You are cordially invited to rest in the arms of the One who loves you the most, to sit at His feet in worship, to partake of His banqueting table, to receive His outrageous blessings, to bask in the glory of His presence, to see the beauty of His holiness and to drink from the well of living waters.
Accidental Love
May 25, 2024 by admin
Filed under Personal Growth
Tomorrow I would turn sixteen. Today, I was running errands with my Mom in her car. I was driving through an intersection when another car slammed into us, pushing us into a telephone pole. My head hit the rearview mirror and split the bridge of my nose wide open. The car was totaled. After thirteen stitches and a citation for running a yellow light, which to this day I don't remember seeing, I found myself sitting at home; waiting for my Dad.
My Uncle Pal
The Special Olympics begins this weekend. After hearing about it on Good Morning America it really prompted me to take a glance back to my childhood. I had the privilege to be raised in a home where there was someone who had Down Syndrome—my uncle. Yes, my heroic mother was the primary caregiver of my uncle during my childhood and now my aunt takes care of Steve.
