Tag: prayer
Goodness Grace
Thanks—giving. Maybe separating the words a little shows the heart of the celebration. Not Thanks-getting, but the giving of thanks. Christmas is up in the stores before turkeys for the table are being shipped. We barely breathe in the aroma of our favorite foods before we… Continue Reading “Goodness Grace”
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…”
The Glory…
The glory – of the One and Only – the One from the Father, it shone all around them – those shepherds long ago, the earth is full of it – the Light of the world… And now it is to us to… Continue Reading “The Glory…”
So Rich…
Aweful – so, being rich is being awe-full. Long before our current use of the word awful, there was the common use of the word aweful. Being full of awe, of an awesome God… Recently a young woman sat two chairs over from me… Continue Reading “So Rich…”
What’s A Daddy to do?
My mother always used to say “Anyone can be a father, it takes someone special to be a daddy.” She should know – she was born in the height of the depression to a seventeen year old mom, adopted when she was almost two… Continue Reading “What’s A Daddy to do?”
Thirsty Love…
Lots of flowers in pots and a raised bed garden means…lots of watering. To garden like this means you’ve really got to love it – those little yellow marigold skirts and petunia faces are thirsty. My love part: water. Their love part: looking… Continue Reading “Thirsty Love…”
A Friend Loves…At All Times
Do you have a friend? I hope you do. There are people who go through life and don’t have that friend – the one who knows them almost as well as their mother. Friendship is a lot of work. You give, they take. You… Continue Reading “A Friend Loves…At All Times”
Six Hours One Tuesday…
It started out being ‘let’s meet for lunch’ … it turned into a memorable day… She’s 25, I’m 55. She’s full of big plans; I’m wondering what’s the plan? Conversation goes from mundane to hysterical laughter and everything in between in a matter of… Continue Reading “Six Hours One Tuesday…”
HANDS
It’s been said that hands are the most difficult part of the body for an artist to master…perhaps it’s because our hands are used for everything from the everyday ordinary brushing our hair to the truly tender touch only a hand can convey. A… Continue Reading “HANDS”
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