I love my Mother’s hands. There are none like them. You could put them in a line up with a million others and I would know them. I have watched, looked for, clung to,…
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Today I just wanted to share some images from our country snow in the south. We rarely get snow and my little heart was filled with the brim from the beauty of it. My…
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Peace fell flake by flake today, blanketing all that would have her. Everything feels fresh and new, even if just for a little while. I spent a little time walking around our little farm…
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My friend Kristin is a beautiful dancer. But not just beautiful, as many dancers are. There is power in her movement. She is a worshiper and when she offers her gift to God, you…
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I love this picture. It is of my daughter Katie and three of her four new roommates. Last month she moved out into her first house with these beautiful and bright women. I couldn’t…
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It happened in a flash. My coffee cup tumbled over spilling hot coffee onto my books, my computer and the floor. I jumped up quickly to rescue my laptop grabbing kitchen towels to dry…
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Meet my dogs. From left to right is Janey (Jane Austen to be precise), Cowboy and Indiana Appleseed. Cowboy is the oldest of the three. His love language has been physical touch since he…
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I woke up not feeling well today. My throat and body ached. I thought I would press through but the harder I tried the more I realized I would have to rest. When I…