The Broken Step
Coming home from a walk one morning, I decided to take a picture to show you our broken stone step. This broken step that leads up to our side porch greets everyone who comes in . . . . .…
Coming home from a walk one morning, I decided to take a picture to show you our broken stone step. This broken step that leads up to our side porch greets everyone who comes in . . . . .…
When I rub my finger above my right eyebrow, I can still feel a tiny scar above my right eyebrow. It’s been there since I was ten years old. Two friends came to play one day at our big old…
On a recent walk, I noticed this tall grass standing in contrast to the soft gray blue fog. A botanist walking that way might begin reciting scientific plant names and making a mental list of their unique qualities. A farmer…
Our friend Miss Katherine and her mother walked home from church in Gainesboro, Tennessee, on December 7, 1941. When they got back home, Miss Katherine’s father was glued to the radio, listening to the news about Pearl Harbor. Not long…
In the letter to the Colossians, we have specific instructions for living together in a family. Wives, be subject to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives and do not be embittered against them. Children,…
Good Morning, Mamas, I want you to know how much I appreciate your emails and the kind comments you leave with posts. I want to answer each one, but some days are simply too full. I have been so hit…