I can see her as a little girl, dark hair in braids, running down that dusty road at Etta, hoeing weeds out of the garden, her bonnet dangling down her back, or picking wildflowers for a spring bouquet. She was the middle child in the Latty family, the mischievous one who was always busy but […]
May 13, 2017
Just a Mother
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Who is a mother? I wrote this last year. It’s still true today. The most important person in a child’s life is Mom. No one can replace her, whether she’s an adoptive mom or a birth mom. I hope you enjoy last year’s blog. A renowned evangelist once said that within each person is a […]
May 12, 2017
Is It Morning Yet?
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Morning is here, but you couldn’t tell by looking. It’s dark! It’s rainy! Once again, Nemo looks up at me with apologetic eyes and says there’s no way he’s going out in a downpour. I explain that he could run out, do the necessary, dash back in and have a nice, crunchy bone as a […]
May 11, 2017
Cozy Critters or Busy Bees?
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The lively ladies who meet twice a month in my home are called The Cozy Critters–Jane’s name for us. But sometimes I think we should be called The Busy Bees because we are always buzzing here or there, doing this or that, and yet finding time to read, paint, and write. In other words, we […]
May 10, 2017
The Mother of a King and the Wife of an Evil Man
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I’m fascinated by stories of little known people in the Bible. One of those people was the mother of King Hezekiah. This is a previously published story but it’s still true today. With Mother’s Day approaching, I thought it was especially meaningful, illustrating the significance of the most important job in the world–being a mom. […]
May 9, 2017
Without a Song the Road Would Never Bend
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Without a Song there ain’t no love at all. I love the words and the philosophy. When life is hard, when there seems to be no answer to problems, when nights are unending, we’d have no hope at all without the music of the soul. Hope, no matter how deeply it’s buried, that candle that is small and […]
