by Melinda | Jun 3, 2013 | About Me, God in the Everyday, Living Low, Mimmie's Heart, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
I’m heading back home this morning. I’ve talked about the emotional quandary this puts me in, ad nauseum, so I won’t go into that again. It is what it is. One thing I will say is that I’ve noticed myself doing something during this time...
by Melinda | May 27, 2013 | God Stories, In the Eye of the Beholder, Living Low, Living the God Life, Thankfulness
Yesterday afternoon was beautiful. We spent most of it outside around the pool, and blowing bubbles (a favorite of our current house guest), capping it all off with a popsicle. While we were out there, I had Pandora set on a 70’s light rock station....
by Melinda | May 23, 2013 | About Me, All in the Family, Living Low, Mimmie's Heart, My Man, Relationship, Thankfulness
I’m a little late getting started with this post this morning. I’ve got the early morning feeding with our little man while Emmie’s here, and he usually goes right back to sleep after his bottle. However, this morning he was chatty, in his...
by Melinda | May 22, 2013 | All in the Family, Healing Hearts, Living Low, Mimmie's Heart, Reaching Out, Relationship, Thankfulness, The Glory of Friends
We were both in my bathroom. Lilli was sitting in the dry bathtub playing with her My Little Pony purse and its contents, which included three bangle bracelets, a pretend makeup compact (or her “hiccup” as she calls it), a comb, and a talking magic...
by Melinda | May 10, 2013 | God in the Everyday, Healing Hearts, In the Eye of the Beholder, Living Low, Reaching Out, Relationship, Thankfulness
I ran across a post from my cousin the other day regarding a love letter. I was intrigued because, as far as I knew, this cousin was single and not currently involved with anyone. The front of the letter (she had posted a pic) said this… For you. Really....
by Melinda | May 4, 2013 | All in the Family, Healing Hearts, Home on the Range, Living Low, Motherhood, My Girls, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
When I was a little girl, my parents would let us put some money in the offering plate at church. The heavy, wooden plate with the maroon velvet lining in the bottom would pass under our noses and we would each drop our offering in it, proud. It was good...
