Mom’s hand in mind shook and felt icy cold. “Actually, we can’t tell you where the gold is,” she said. “We’ll have to show you. Both of us. Together. If you kill one of us, believe me, you’ll regret it to your dying day, which might be sooner than you think if you harm my […]
Jul 23, 2020
Lightning, Thunder, Hail
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Yesterday afternoon, we got a good, old-fashioned thunderstorm with rain! We even had a sprinkling of hail–not much, thank goodness. I’m so grateful and so are the grass and flowers. The roadside ditch where the children used to race their boats right after a rain, was a turbulent little stream. Trees were swaying, my little […]
May 15, 2020
Rainy Day Thoughts
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Rain comes down, thunder growls, and I look out at the dark morning and wonder about a lot of things. A lot of whys and many what ifs, and I ask the Lord to help me live in the moment–right now, today, this morning. As W. W. Bartley said, “For every ailment under the sun, […]
Mar 28, 2020
Soggy Saturday Thoughts
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I look out of my window on the world (my own particular little corner) and see rain dimming the morning. Thunder booms, Nemo cringes, putting his paws on my leg, looking at me with questioning eyes. Sometimes a thunder shirt and soft jazz just don’t help all that much. I tell him that he’s fine, […]
Mar 11, 2020
Rain
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Thunder, lightning, pouring rain–not Nemo’s kind of weather, although I like it. My furry buddy likes smooth jazz. With smooth jazz playing and wearing his thunder shirt, he calmed down. I can only imagine what a storm seems like to him. He doesn’t understand it, just reacts to hearing the loud but unseen noise of […]
Jan 11, 2020
Wild and Wicked Wind
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We had a night of wicked weather. Rain, rain, and more rain. Wind in abundance and now today, snow is in the forecast. I believe it. The temperature has dropped this morning and it’s cold! A tornado went through part of Arkansas last night too. Nemo and I hunkered down and weathered the storm and […]
