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.

Last week a speeding driver hit my cat, Hershey. I was able to get to her before she died, held and loved her until she took her last breath. I understand these things happen, but for all of you speeders who are going 50 to 60 down a road that has a Speed Limit...

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.

In the springtime, I work from my "porch office." Then, as the heat and humidity of summertime in the deep south arrives, I work from my "den office."   Often while working, I see birds of many species feasting at the feeders just outside the patio...