Tag: mother
A Mother’s Protection…(Guest Blog)
Today, a talented young writer, Joelle Denoff, is guest blogging – I wanted to share her wisdom and her love with all of you. May you be blessed. I recall as a child always looking to my parents for protection when I felt vulnerable… Continue Reading “A Mother’s Protection…(Guest Blog)”
Restless…
Easter – there is no more momentous event. Someone, a perfect Someone, was willing to make the absolute sacrifice – making it possible for you and me…to live forever. What kind of crazy love is that? The best, the only true. I’m thinking about… Continue Reading “Restless…”
Homesick…
My parents divorced when I was young. I came to Florida each year to see my dad – my only time with him. Torn between two homes. I used to love airports, the smell of jet fuel and the hustle bustle. Then I had… Continue Reading “Homesick…”
How Many Oranges?
I live in citrus land. Did you know from the time you plant a little orange tree until it produces the first couple of oranges is at least three to four years? A sweet lady recently told me she moved here thirty-six years ago.… Continue Reading “How Many Oranges?”
Hope Ends…
Know that saying ‘all good things must come to an end’? Like a really good book, wonderful day, reliable product, good paying job, cherished life. There will be many happy endings in this life, and many soul draining ones as well. I miss my… Continue Reading “Hope Ends…”
Sweetest Embrace…
Nothing quiet like being held. Babies who are cuddled thrive – those fed and diapered but not held have been known to die. Recently I witnessed a precious groom sweetly cradle his new bride’s face in his hand as he kissed her. Just look… Continue Reading “Sweetest Embrace…”
Treasure…
Wish I could freeze time – little feet that toddle, bright eyes seeing all as new – a grandson. I wanted to freeze time with all my children, but it marched on. And here I am, Maam Maam to a little one who finds… Continue Reading “Treasure…”
Fix It…
I’m a fixer – I don’t want anyone hurting, sad, left out, wandering. And patience isn’t part of fixing – now please. Many years – and life’s triumphs and defeats – have softened the edges of my ‘just do it this way’ attitude — mostly. Then I… Continue Reading “Fix It…”
Hope for the Fidgeter…
When I sit, my leg is swinging or my toe is tapping. It’s not a matter of impatience or boredom. It’s that inner fidgeter saying ‘What’s next?’ ‘Shouldn’t you be doing something?’ Lately I’ve been reading about happiness – seemingly one of the authors had… Continue Reading “Hope for the Fidgeter…”
Hope Story…
Hope story – God is ever present… Once there was a girl and her mom – just the two of them. Tomy was mom’s name, and her always smiling daughter was Jody. Tomy always looked for love in men who loved her for… Continue Reading “Hope Story…”
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