“That’s where my heart is,” my friend told me softly, her blue eyes shining. She was talking about Little Rock. Her son lived there. I have a feeling if her son had lived in Timbuktu, her heart would have been there with him. Love! It’s the indescribable feeling that makes each day worthwhile and each […]
Feb 16, 2017
Go With What You’ve Got
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“Go with what you’ve got” is one of those folks sayings Jane, Carolyn, Peg, and I grew up with. Jane brought a long list of others: I really don’t want to get into it now; If I agree with you, we’d both be wrong; I’m supposed o respect my elders but it’s getting harder and […]
Feb 15, 2017
The Angels We Cannot See
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Do You Believe in Angels? A friend and I were visiting yesterday. She was feeling discouraged and sad because of some things over which she had no control. She was worried but she is a Christian and was reminding herself that God knows her troubles. We all feel overwhelmed sometimes and have no idea which […]
Feb 14, 2017
St. Valentine Lives Again
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Happy St. Valentine’s Day! Yes, according to what I’ve read, a priest named St. Valentine actually lived during the third century. He defied the evil emperor Claudius, who forbade his soldiers to marry. Valentine married them anyway and for this, Claudius had him killed. You can read more about it in This Day In History. Yesterday, […]
Feb 13, 2017
The Everyday Hero
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Here’s to the everyday hero, the man, woman, or child who keeps going day after day, facing odds, enduring criticism, seeing a dream grow fainter, yet doesn’t give up. Hats off to the person who puts one foot after the other, smiles when he feels like crying and lifts his chin when he wants to lie […]
Feb 12, 2017
The Chase Down Deertrack Hill
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A mile before reaching Deertrack Hill, those headlights moved even closer. In the mirror, the car reminded me of a dark monster with glowing eyes. Lightning flashed and I got a better look. I gasped and Mom turned toward me. “What is it, Darcy?” My throat felt dry. “That car following us, Mom; I can’t […]
