A Musical Homecoming
The doors were scheduled to open at 6:30 Saturday night. Ray and I decided to get there early so Mother could have a folding chair on the gym floor. When we arrived at 6:20, the bleachers were already starting to fill up. We…
The doors were scheduled to open at 6:30 Saturday night. Ray and I decided to get there early so Mother could have a folding chair on the gym floor. When we arrived at 6:20, the bleachers were already starting to fill up. We…
Today wraps up my series about things the members of our ladies’ Bible class remember with gratitude from their girlhoods. I made up their names as usual. Before I tell you some specific memories, I’d like to share a general impression. Several of…
Across America families and friends bow heads together to express gratitude to God today, as they have for almost four hundred years. Hearts are filled with gratitude for people we love. With joy and sadness we remember those who have already gone home. Together…
Almost every lady in our Wednesday morning ladies’ Bible class, including one I will call Miss Jane, talked about what her mother did at home. When I asked Miss Jane for thankful memories of her mother, her face beamed as…
The first to share a memory of her mother during ladies’ Bible class last Wednesday was a lady who recently turned eighty. I will call her Jeanne. With a beautiful smile and with emotion, Jeanne said that, though her mother cared daily for…
Last Wednesday morning in our ladies Bible class, we read passages about being thankful. In between the readings, I asked each lady to share memories about things they were grateful for about 1) their mothers, 2) a teacher, and 3) a…
Today’s post has been simmering on the back burner of my mind for a while. I hope I get it right and that it blesses you. That is my only intention. I long to be more like Jesus. He could say a few…
Brrrr! It was chilly in our neck of the woods Tuesday morning. I don’t know how cold it got, but I checked the temperature a little before 6:00 p.m. Monday afternoon and it was already down to 20. I love the cold…
Over a year ago, I shared with you the story of Ray’s daddy’s service in World War II. How I would love to hear Wes tell his stories one more time! Yes, I called him Wes. It was so hard to…