The little chapel was empty yesterday, so I slipped in, walked to the old upright piano at the front of the room and sat down on the bench. Putting my hands on the keys, I played On Jordan’s Stormy Banks. It’s an old hymn, not sung any more but very much a part of church […]
May 16, 2015
Tired and Tumbledown
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As I drive along the highways, sometimes I pass a house that was abandoned long ago. It would look pretty good if somebody took a hand and my fingers itch to buy it, re-furbish it, make it stand proud and solid once again. Just daydreaming, you know, because for a few seconds I see it outside my […]
May 15, 2015
A Smattering
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Ah yes, deep, philosophical, plumbing-the-depths thoughts and soul-searching questions this morning as I sip my first cup of Folgers and look out at a dark, wet world. Why is it that the white clover blooms remind me of a miniature field of cotton against the deep green grass? And, how high will my lawn grow […]
May 14, 2015
Cozy Critter Friends
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A cold rain is falling this morning but I am reminded that a warm circle of friends can brighten the darkest day. Sometimes I marvel at how the Lord brought us Cozy Critters together to have a good time giggling and reading and critiquing and sharing insights into what makes a fascinating book, article, or poem. Along the way, our […]
May 12, 2015
Tuesday Tidbits
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This morning sort of slipped in without a big fanfare. A few clouds gentled the sunrise then they scooted over and made way for daylight. A breeze is stirring the maple’s leaves. And, at long last my crepe myrtles are leafing out. But it’s chilly this morning. More tornadoes did their deadly dance through Texas […]
May 11, 2015
Needing a Hug
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“I need a hug, Teacha!” This is how one of my kindergarten children greeted me every morning and of course his teacher obliged. That little boy is now all grown up with children of his own but I still remember his words. I hope life works out well for him and he gets his quota […]
