Treasure of Memories
I am always blessed when I get a message from Kenneth Wayne, one of my Daddy’s first cousins. He is a godly man with a very tender heart. My favorite emails are those in which he shares memories from long…
I am always blessed when I get a message from Kenneth Wayne, one of my Daddy’s first cousins. He is a godly man with a very tender heart. My favorite emails are those in which he shares memories from long…
This time last year Ray and I were at the American Cancer Society’s Hope Lodge in Nashville while he was having radiation therapy. I had decided to take our fall quilt with us to make things cheery, . . .…
I have many friends who inspire me. As we learn in the book of Hebrews, inspiring others is a Biblical idea: Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful; and let…
I grew up along the Cumberland River. I crossed Ashland City’s big iron bridge over the Cumberland many times while riding to the town dump with Daddy. “Across the river” was a common phrase in the conversations I heard as…
Fred Rogers of “Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood” had a practice of thanking God for the people in his life who had passed away. I am thankful today for my daddy and my husband’s daddy, both of whom were veterans. Neither of…
I am very grateful to you today. Thank you for reading my heart. A special thank you goes to those of you who have been reading since that first post on April 29, 2013. I always like to celebrate on…