He doesn't always make the signs neon and flashing. Sometimes they're small and easily missed. There might even be signs you won't recognize until years later when you're looking back on the decisions you made that led you to where you are.
Today is my father's birthday. He's no longer here to celebrate it, but each year on this day, I still say a prayer and send him a wish. It's quiet, and it's ours. Memories Can Be Sweet When I was in junior high and high school, my father and I would get up early in… Continue reading What I Remember: Tea with My Father
What is Joy? Is it just a word, a feeling, an action? Are we naturally born with it, or is it something that has to be learned? What does it feel like?
I view my relationship with God much the way I imagine the relationship between a gardener and their beautiful garden. I say imagine, because honestly most of my life I've had a black thumb and couldn't keep a cactus alive. Recently though, I've managed to care for a bamboo plant and an aloe plant. Much… Continue reading God’s Garden
On December 30, a dear friend of my niece's went home to the LORD. She was a young woman with plans and dreams. She was a new mom with a little boy about the same age as my own son. Her loss was as unexpected to her family as it was to my niece. Although I didn't… Continue reading Loss
I've fallen behind on chronicling my walk of Faith, not because it isn't important to me--it truly is. The last several weeks have been crazy, busy, and emotionally draining. My father was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer, so we've been going through the steps to start treatment. There has been a lot of prayers coming from… Continue reading Falling Behind
Reading about Jesus' time spent in the desert, and how without fail He stood up to Satan and his promises of glory and power, has made me even more grateful to be a daughter living in the New Testament Times.
I'm new to this whole prayer, Bible reading, and listening to what the LORD is saying to me. Often times (okay, pretty much all the time) I feel like I'm never going to get it. I feel His presence in my heart, like the sun warming my skin after the cold, but I don't ever… Continue reading Listening to the LORD
My son is eight months old, and is cutting teeth. Of course, like with everything my son does, he can't do it part way. He isn't interested in cutting just one tooth, but four. He is working on having eight teeth inside his once gummy little mouth. Some times, this isn't bad, but there are… Continue reading Building Character One Tooth at a Time