*Thanks to Mary Agrusa, today's guest contributor, for sharing this beautiful piece with everyone.* This weekend I saw it. Looking out my living room window I got the distinct impression that fall had arrived. Perhaps the approaching storm played tricks with the refractions of the sun's rays, but the world outside was glazed in a… Continue reading Change gonna come
*Today's post is a real breath of fresh air! Thanks to my friend Debra Dickey for sharing this piece with all of us.* Ragweed and pear trees and eyes that keep itching. Mud tracks and boot prints that get in my kitchen. Raining and puddles that happen in spring. These are a few of my… Continue reading A few of my favorite things
Our plans for the entire weekend fell apart. A workshop I planned on hosting had to be rescheduled due to dangerous weather conditions. I felt so disappointed. I'd been looking forward to the chance to see old friends and benefit from the shared experience, strength, and hope during the workshop. I was elated that my… Continue reading We plan. God laughs.
*Thanks to Amy Driskill for pitching in as today's guest contributor. Happy spring time, everybody!* Spring time is a time of growth and renewal. I look around me now, and I see wildflowers popping up all over my yard. As I sit here, I think about how God has changed me. It made me curious… Continue reading New names
I'm never been a big "gift" person. In Chapman terms, giving and receiving gifts is not my main love language. I'd much rather have someone spend an hour with me over coffee having genuine conversation, as I plan to do in an hour at McDonald's with my friend Mary. Or visit me at my house,… Continue reading Love in a cup
Since writing about some of my very deep, personal struggles on my blog, I have noticed that my friends (and sometimes people I don't even know well) have started sharing their own struggles with me and with other people in their lives. One friend told me she's ready to seek counseling and is open to… Continue reading Spring cleaning
Today I'm grateful for spring. The daffodils have risen up out of the cold, brown mulch. We can barely keep the bird feeder full. Most of the trees along our trails in the woods are now covered with tiny, closed buds. And I'm grateful for my heart, which God has renewed. Yes, He does that… Continue reading I am making everything new.
