Our backyard is still dirt, just dirt. My sweet Pastor husband works diligently to get all the landscape pieces in place. He created a rock border, laid down weed barrier, and added a drip system. We are currently in the process of purchasing and planting bushes, which will then require
We are fully into Summer. I perceive Summer as the season with a slow pace. Since the evenings are longer, I lean into the illusion I have more time. More time to relax, more time to spend with family and friends, more time to explore, and more time to enjoy
A storm came in several weeks ago while I was working in my office. I looked out my window and noticed the wind blasting our new little tree. For a moment, I thought the gusting gale was going to rip the leaves right off our sapling. Our new tree is
I have heard that some people wear rose-colored glasses. I think I would like a pair, because at the moment I seem to be viewing things through a Leviticus filter. You are definitely correct if you think that’s odd. I never expected to gain such a point of view when
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
