I remember Sunday mornings when my children were small. My sweet Pastor husband went to the church earlier than any of us wanted to go, so we always drove separately. Consequently, I woke my children, prodded them to get dressed, provided breakfast for them and delivered them to church. When
Yesterday, I stood at the pulpit of our church instead of my sweet Pastor husband. It’s a tradition we’ve held for so long, I can’t remember when it started. I receive the privilege and opportunity to talk with Moms and share what God has laid on my heart. Today’s blog
Several weeks ago, my sweet Pastor husband used the word adventure in his sermon, and the word lingered in my mind. I continually danced around the word in personal mental gymnastics as I questioned myself. Am I adventurous? I confess I was once adventurous. However, as I’ve aged, I most
For a season, my sweet Pastor husband and I lived in a house with more space than we needed. Consequently, we often hosted friends and family who were passing through our small town on their way to someplace else. I remember one weekend we hosted a young man who is
My sweet Pastor husband and I once had a escape artist dog. I remember one very EARLY morning; he displayed his talents. Sam’s Escape I padded out to the kitchen around 6 am. As per my routine, I opened the back door to let Sam, our border collie, do his
I am not a fan of laundry; I find laundry too unending. As the years passed and my children moved out, I discovered laundry less foreboding. Between my sweet Pastor husband and I, I wash four small loads, and everything is done. Extra Laundry However, when my son visited during
I wish I had a picture for what I’m about to share. I wish social media magically supplied a random picture of what happened. My sweet Pastor husband and I found ourselves in the middle of a circumstance with no way to stop and snap a photo. I am about
My sweet Pastor husband and I chose to refinish the wood floor in our home one year. When the gentleman come to price the job, he kindly informed us we should have done it sooner. Though we considered refinishing the floors before, we deemed other household projects more crucial, or
I love celebrating Easter. I enjoy being part of the choir, possibly treating myself to a new dress, as well as enjoying the sunrise service at our church (which thankfully isn’t actually as early as the sun rises). However, I don’t anticipate the observance of Ash Wednesday, Lent, or Good
We are in the final stretch toward Easter. Church choirs have been practicing special music, and retail stores are jam packed with cute dresses, as well as a plethora of bunny decorations. In just a few weeks, we will celebrate Jesus’ resurrection and His victory over sin and death. Many
