The Hawk
The hawk watched intently, even posing for me, shifting positions on its perch to offer a different view of its beauty. At one point, our eyes locked. It seemed as if the hawk was looking into my soul, my very being. It was a “wow” moment.
The Memory Garden
In a season when so much was being taken away, God began planting seeds of healing in my heart…
Thankful for the Chores of Life
TODAY I AM THANKFUL for floors to sweep and mop, clothes to wash and a washer that helps to get the job done; food to cook and a table to serve it on, beds to change and clean sheets to sleep on tonight; and, last, a recliner where I can rest my tired body after all...
A Walk Through the Woods
Today was a beautiful Fall day, the sun shining warmly on my face and the wind blowing ever so gently through the trees. Armed with my camera, I decided to take a walk, hoping to photograph the changes in nature around us. Fall has made its entrance, confirmed by the...
A Tribute to My Aunt Ouida
September holds many memories for our family, both births and deaths. Today, our family grieves the loss of one of my aunts. Even though it has been some time since I saw her, the memories of my Aunt Ouida are dear and sweet. As a child, I was part of a large extended...
Creating a Legacy
Yesterday we said goodbye one of my sisters-in-law who passed away this week. We spent time with family, shared memories, and talked about the “gumbo” that she could cook like no one else! We watched a video of her life, each picture telling a story from...
Our American Hero
Following is a poem by a very special lady, Ethel Lanier. Thank you, Ethel, for sharing your poem with us. It expresses so much of how we need to have faith in God when all around us says to give up and forget who we are and who we have been. God Bless America and...
Hands
Ecclesiastes 9:10 – Whatever you do, do well. For when you go to the grave, there will be no work or planning or knowledge or wisdom. While cleaning my office one day, I found this article about hands. It reminds me of how I felt when I held my mom’s hands...
What Really Matters
When I slow down, I spend more time discovering the joy of crawling on the floor with a baby or finding a treasure of gold in an ordinary acorn in the woods. Finding joy in simple things…