by Melinda | May 21, 2013 | Uncategorized
After writing my post from yesterday, I received quite a few messages expressing either concern or encouragement or both. If you haven’t read the post, this one won’t make much sense, so go here and read it. Really, go ahead. I’ll wait. Done? Okay....
by Melinda | May 19, 2013 | God in the Everyday, Living the God Life, Social Media, Uncategorized
Last night, Kevin and I were getting ready for bed and chatting about the day. We’d all made the trek to see family on Friday, and Emmie and I, and the kids, had stayed over for a little gathering at my folks’ yesterday. We (or the Beverly...
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by Melinda | May 18, 2013 | All in the Family, Healing Hearts, Living the God Life, Mimmie's Heart, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
When you take care of a newborn, your world is filled with a zillion tiny sounds. You forget that between babies, I think. You expect the wailing (which if forever embedded in your memory), but it’s the squeals, grunts and coos that tickle you or grab your...
by Melinda | May 11, 2013 | About Me, Bible Study, Thankfulness, The Glory of Friends, Uncategorized, Working Out Faith
I started a new Bible study with two of my closest friends, yesterday, which walks us through Gideon’s story in the book of Judges. It’s only three little chapters long, yet Day One of study has already started to unsettle me. Bible study does that....
by Melinda | May 6, 2013 | All in the Family, In the Eye of the Beholder, Mimmie's Heart, Motherhood, My Girls, Thankfulness, Uncategorized, Working Out Faith
My little grandson was 8 weeks old yesterday. Crazy hard to believe, but then it’s May already. MAY. Ridiculous. As it turned out, his due date had been miscalculated, because when he arrived they realized that he was not as far along gestationally as...
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...
