The Smallest Things
A handwritten note. Phone call. Text message. A cup of coffee shared between friends. These are not trivial gestures…
A handwritten note. Phone call. Text message. A cup of coffee shared between friends. These are not trivial gestures…
Morning arrives on a hush, like velvet across the skin, settling over the earth…
Every task can be holy when it’s done unto the Lord (Colossians 3:23).
Beautiful. Unique. An iris transformed from the inside out. It tells a story about grace.
When you go through tough times, open your eyes. Trust Him. He will carry you …
As I walked through the gardens this morning, I remembered being anxious a few years ago for my roses to bloom…
The “Bad-Hair-Day” angel whose hair once had pretty curls, is now a jumbled mess…
It’s September 2018 and I am on a journey through cancer. My mama taught me how to do the tough things in life. She taught by example to place my faith in God, not in the things (or people) of this world.
Today, as I look out my window, I see paperwhites blooming along the Oak Trail Garden. I almost miss them every year as they bloom in the middle of January. They remind me of hope,…