Disrespectfully Yours~Stepfamily Tuesday
“I didn’t asked to be born!” shouted my teen, disrespectfully from the bedroom. “It’s not fair. Nobody else has to do this! You’re so mean!” And the door to the purple room closes with a slam. “Good thing you didn’t ask to be born today,” I thought to...
“Less Than” Veterans Day.
We are putting in an orchard in the upper field. We pull together, JB and I, as one, as a team, each one doing their part. My part was to get lumber to build trellises and arbors for some of the fruit to grow. JB hooked the trailer to our White Ford...
The Cross of Christ is Offensive!
Last night, sitting on the couch with needle and lace in hand, I was hand-sewing a baby dress for a friend while listening to Billy Graham’s last talk – how true he has stayed to the one message God called him to preach. “The Cross is offensive,” he said, “it...
Could This Be Rest?
There are times in the life of every artist, when the art is labored, and the gratification is lacking luster; and, you wonder if you will ever produce anything of value again. Words that once flowed like breath now fall like bricks. Night-fall is near,...
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