Playing Hooky
Today, we are taking the day off. And I really mean we; not we meaning me, but we meaning us. I asked my man for a week day to take him for a little after-the-fact Father's Day treat and he complied. So we are headed into a day of playing hooky. I actually have a couple of things planned. First, we are going to see the new George W. Bush Presidential Library. We both love history, and especially anything having to do with the office of the President. Fascinating stuff. Then, we are headed to the cemetery. Yes, the cemetery. On Father's Day, 1982, Kevin proposed to me at his dad's graveside because he never got to tell his dad he'd found the girl he wanted to marry (his mom swears...
The Language Inherent
I've been going through old blog posts and rereading some things from years ago, at the beginning of this whole blog adventure. For whatever reason, this one just spoke to me, as if I hadn't even been the one to write it. Sounds like a God thing to me. 🙂 Every time I head out for a prayer walk, I inevitably start out by praising God for His creation. I'm so moved by it, oftentimes to my own astonishment. It seems that when I'm in the midst of creation, the most minute details stand out in stark relief. I notice the intricate patterns on the smallest bug, the delicate veins in the tiniest leaf, the ripple in the surface of the water indicating the wonder of life below its...
Mimmie’s Heart: Letters to Brody #1
My sweet Brody…when you get to be as old as your Mimmie, you might start to realize there are things you wish you’d said more intentionally to your own kids, as they were growing up, or, at the very least, you’ll wish you had said them better. I heard once that grandchildren can be a kind of “do-over.” I don’t agree with that entirely, for you are not mine to raise, day in and day out. However, because I am removed from the constancy of your daily care, I think those things that need saying can rise more easily, and with greater clarity, to the top of my heart. It’s my hope that this letter (and the ones to follow in years to come) will help make your life’s road a little easier to...
My Cross to Bear
I was driving home from the grocery store yesterday. I live in a fairly small town, the county seat, with a beautiful courthouse set in the middle of the square. I circled the roundabout, and was just about to exit to my desired road, when I saw him circling up the other side. A man carrying a heavy, wooden cross that was big enough to be used for the cruel and torturous death for which it was intended. The man had all the hallmarks of being homeless, and the cross had a sign in the place where the two boards meet, but all I could read was the large "God Bless You" scrawled across the bottom. A man who was closer pulled over just as I exited, so I assume it said something about...
The Struggle
The post below was written a few years ago, when we lived in Florida. Something similar happened yesterday with Riley that made me remember writing about it, and knowing that many of you weren't my blog readers back then, I'm going to share it again today. It's still so, SO applicable! This adorable little guy is my darling dachshund Riley. The two of us spend quite a bit of time together each day, and I'm very aware of his likes, dislikes and daily habits. Yesterday, I noticed that something was amiss. He seemed to be chewing at his foot a lot and favoring that foot when he walked, so I sat down with him to take a look. Now, Riley typically doesn't mind my giving him a...