As a child, I was afraid of my dad. Why? Two reasons. He had a temper, and he drank. Not a good combination. I can still picture his face; his color changing from his normal white, ruddy complexion to bright red. Veins would bulge on his forehead as he screamed at his intended target, which could be anyone from my mom, brother, sister, to an opponent on the race track. Continue reading “My Hug-able Teddy Bear”
Have you ever had one of those moments in life when you realize there is something bigger out there controlling everything? Some-ONE bigger? I was taught this concept from a very young age, but experienced it in a personal way when I was ten-years-old. God, in His wisdom and mercy, saved my sister and me from certain death the night our family home burned to the ground. We had planned to be home that night. Thankfully, God had other plans, at least for the two of us. Continue reading “Spared from the Flames”
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” or at least, that’s what they say. I think beauty is in the heart of the receiver. Let me explain. Continue reading “Beauty”
Why is probably one of the most asked questions. Many times, it’s followed by specific details like, “Why does God allow bad things to happen?” “Why couldn’t I be born taller, smarter, funnier” or whatever else we can imagine. Continue reading “WHY”
When I was young, my family had 2 passions: horses and stock cars. My mom was the horse-lover and my dad, the speed-induced adrenaline junkie. These worlds, at times, did overlap when they would each participate in the other’s hobby. Continue reading “Hot Rod Annie”
Today, I want to kick off a new blog series, Stones that Tell the Stories. This is not a new idea for me. I actually started writing this collection of short stories several years ago for my kids. My intention was to have them printed and bound and offer them as a gift.
Well, THAT didn’t happen. Ugh. Can I confess? Continue reading “Stones that Tell the Stories”
Last night, as I scrolled through FB. I saw an image whirling past that caught my attention.”I recognize those faces,” I thought. So, I slowed my scroll to a stop.
Pictured were two young men (brothers) holding their small children on their shoulders. A couple faces looked directly at the camera, others were drawn to the side. One thing they had in common was that they all held beautiful expressions that conveyed their joy in the moment. It was a candid family picture chalked full of smiles. Continue reading “Smiles that Crush”
“This is it,” she thinks. “This is the moment I’m going to die.”
She’s tired. More tired than she’s ever been in her life. Every muscle aches from struggling to fight the current. It’s a fight she is beginning to lose. As she tries to rest her muscles for two seconds, she takes in water. Her muscles involuntarily jump into action despite her exhaustion. She chokes and gasps for air. Continue reading “Surrender”
As I stare at my blank page this morning, thoughts circle through my mind about today’s writing prompt – intentional. Can I confess that I’m having to muster all the intention I can to not go back to bed? Ugh! Yet, doing so would essentially be ignoring the message God has been speaking to me.
When God speaks something to us, we do well to listen. Continue reading “Intentional”
Wait is a difficult word for me. It doesn’t matter if the situation is good or bad. I just can’t seem to stand it. When a problem arises in my life, I want God to hurry up and rescue me. I squirm under the pressure. If heavy enough, I feel a lack of oxygen – CAN’T BREATH! Ugh! Continue reading “Wait”