It was a quiet weekend in late Fall, and I was 45 years old. I found myself on the path to singleness after being separated for two and a half years. David, our 11-year-old son, had gone to spend the weekend with his Dad. I was in the quietness of the room in which myContinue reading “Face to Face”
I spent a lot of time at my Grandparents house as a small child. I loved their home, which my grandfather built. I can still shut my eyes, walk into their house in my mind, place familiar things, and remember every nook and cranny. Their house was bright and airy with lots of windows, whichContinue reading “The Little Flashlight”
John found a picture posted on Facebook last week that we are drawn to over and over again. It’s a funny picture of three toddlers that are crying and holding the word JOY. Trying to get a good family picture for Christmas cards is a hard thing to do. To get everyone smiling, with bothContinue reading “Not a Perfect Picture”
Misty, our Shepherd/Husky, unexpectedly joined my family in 1996. She was three weeks old when tragedy struck her. Misty’s mother’s owners were backing down the driveway and accidentally hit her, and she did not survive. Three-week-old Misty was alone and needed a family. My first husband brought her home one evening, unannounced, and undoubtedly unplanned.Continue reading “A Point of Grace”
This morning my mind went back to a little house on Beale Avenue in Leechburg, Pennsylvania, where I grew up. I was a six or 7-year-old Candy and was sneaking down the steps one Christmas morning to see if Santa Claus had stopped at our house last night. As I came to the bottom ofContinue reading “The Roller Skates”
Curiously, the chorus of a secular song entitled ‘Good To Be Alive’ by Andy Grammer is resounding and repeating in my head. This song came out about five years ago or so. I don’t listen to the millennial generation music as a rule. After all, I grew up with Motown and oldies! You can’t getContinue reading “I Think I Finally Found My Hallelujah!”
We were taking a lazy drive on a Sunday afternoon. Mom was in the passenger seat, Dad was driving, and I was seated in the back seat. A pencil rolled out from underneath the driver seat by my feet. I picked it up and said excitedly, ‘Hey, I found a pencil, is it yours, Dad?’Continue reading “The Pencil”
There are several of us gals that meet together for a woman’s bible study over zoom every Thursday afternoon. Those who attend live miles apart, some in Connecticut and some in Pennsylvania. We go to different churches and are spread apart, but what we have in common is that we seek companionship and Christian fellowshipContinue reading “The second hand”
As a little girl, I had chubby little hands. They had creases in the palms and were so soft and squishy. I love to notice the little chubby hands and feet of babies. So soft and so perfect, with ten little fingers and ten little toes. How many of you look at the hands andContinue reading “In His Hands”
Years ago, I read a little story by Chuck Swindoll and it goes something like this… A pastor had been invited to dinner at the home of a woman of the church, and she served a delicious ham. The pastor enjoyed it so much that he asked for the recipe, and the woman wrote itContinue reading “Change is Hard”
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