Mary and the Hoosier Cabinet
In my kitchen sits an antique Hoosier cabinet, traditionally known as the “Kitchen Work Center” of the late 1800s to early 1930s. Years ago, a loving mother stood at this cabinet,…
In my kitchen sits an antique Hoosier cabinet, traditionally known as the “Kitchen Work Center” of the late 1800s to early 1930s. Years ago, a loving mother stood at this cabinet,…
Saturday morning without Joe in the house started like all others. Being the first one up, I poured a cup of coffee, opened my Bible to spend quiet time with God before the busy day began. The quiet lasted about 10 minutes before my 8-year-old, James, came bee-bopping down the hall, football in one hand, ready to start the day.
We drank coffee while I cooked breakfast. Josh, my teenager, typically likes to sleep late on Saturdays, but today he was up earlier than usual. The three of us enjoyed breakfast and then sat sipping coffee while discussing plans for Halloween. James was bitin’ at the bit to go outside to play
Crooked and scarred from the storm it endured, it is not considered a pretty tree. But when I turn in my driveway, especially during the fall of the year as it showcases its vibrant colors, it reminds me of God’s faithfulness in the storms of our life. And as I awake each morning, looking out my bedroom window, this scarred tree is the first thing I see. Before my feet hit the floor, God uses it to remind me that no matter what the day brings, the day belongs to Him.
Traveling through the back roads of the Carolinas opens up an entirely new world that is both intriguing and educational. One of our discoveries while driving through a rural area in South Carolina was a small Blackberry Vineyard growing in the front yard of a home owner. We started our own blackberry garden last year, so this was something that caught our interest. We pulled into the drive, knocked on the door, and the gardener was more than pleased to give a tour
This picture was taken recently on a trip back home to Mississippi. It is a familiar road I traveled many times as a young girl with my parents. It leads to a place I still call home after all these years. For most of my life, this road was a gravel road.