Thank You, God, for . . .

It takes a lot of love to make a home. We all know that’s true. It takes lots of opening and closing, too: opening the washer, closing the washer, opening the dryer, closing the dryer, opening and closing the refrigerator,…

It takes a lot of love to make a home. We all know that’s true. It takes lots of opening and closing, too: opening the washer, closing the washer, opening the dryer, closing the dryer, opening and closing the refrigerator,…

As I folded the beautiful blue and cream Dresden plate quilt Mother handmade for me and hung it over Ray’s grandparents’ rocking chair in our bedroom yesterday morning, I made sure her signature showed. I’m thankful Mother signed it with…

A recent conversation about a once-thriving business that appears to be in trouble reminded me of one of my Daddy’s favorite poems, entitled “On the Vanity of Earthly Greatness.” It was first published in 1930 in The New Yorker, two…

After the devotional with the whole church in the auditorium, little girls with freshly-curled hair, Sunday dresses, white anklets, and black patent shoes and little boys with Brylcreemed hair, white shirts, bow ties, dress pants, and black leather shoes (or…

When I am feeling especially busy, I often say, “I’m dancing as fast as I can.” Ray and I had a wonderful weekend attending events sponsored by the Timothy Demonbreun Heritage Society, which is made up largely of people like…

God knows every need, every longing, every joy. He made us and He sent Jesus to live as one of us. He knows that our lives are filled with waiting. We wait for our wedding day. We wait for the…