Tag: Jesus
Hope Grows…
Ever go to bed one night thinking: ‘I can do this’, and wake up the next morning doubting…everything? Those mornings when what you least expected was a melt down – but there you are right in the middle of it? And all I could… Continue Reading “Hope Grows…”
Hope Happens…
Any given day the headlines are scary reading – suicide, shooting, missing. And hope seems lost. And yet…the widow clings, the terrified students grasp, the mother and father print posters. It’s a soul thing – we know hope is real. We know, but how?… Continue Reading “Hope Happens…”
5 Tuesdays to…Hope
Why hope? Hope is so hard to define, yet it’s what we cling to. So maybe it’s time to not only say it but believe, know it, count on it. Today is my birthday – I hope I don’t look my age, I hope… Continue Reading “5 Tuesdays to…Hope”
Still Believe…
Running toddlers are breath holding sights. Right on the heels of the one year old in my life, I can’t always save him from tripping over his own feet or some unforeseen obstacle. Sometimes he gets right up and keeps on going, other times… Continue Reading “Still Believe…”
High Pressure Hope…
If we have one cool thing in our house, it’s our shower. What we hadn’t noticed was the water pressure slowly getting lower. Until a sort of whining sound started. How had we not noticed how slow the water had become? It was gradual.That’s… Continue Reading “High Pressure Hope…”
Crab Clog…
I noticed the pool vacuum wasn’t moving, pulling it out I found out a little crab had been caught in the suction, blocking the way. I actually have crab clog now and then. Times when my heart knows the right words and attitudes, but… Continue Reading “Crab Clog…”
Missing Part…
Several years ago I decided to go super natural in food and beauty products. But… I’m a bread lover – pretty much all the mass produced stuff is unhealthy – I had to find a way. I began with milling my own wheat. I… Continue Reading “Missing Part…”
Right There…
Ever help a turtle find his way back to water? A little soft shell guy found himself in the middle of my hot concrete driveway. He wasn’t moving. Ever since a turtle got hold of my son’s finger one summer long ago, I’ve been… Continue Reading “Right There…”
Soaked…
Rain, rain, rain – for weeks. The canvas canopy over an outdoor swing was sagging – I pushed up and – whoosh – over the edge cascaded water. It caught the attention of my one year old grandson, but I hadn’t noticed he had walked… Continue Reading “Soaked…”
A Little Help Here…
Do-it-yourselfer? Got it handled? Not so much… Accepting help isn’t always easy for me. Somehow it makes me feel ‘less than’. That I’m not smart enough, strong enough, good enough. And so it is with too many of us when it comes to seeking… Continue Reading “A Little Help Here…”
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