Not too long ago, my mom shared a few old photos with me. A former teacher at Jessieville Elementary school sent her some extra snapshots of Mom’s going away party when she resigned as principal there. (The theme was “Mayberry”, since Mom is a huge fan of The Andy Griffith Show.) As I flipped through …
I have vivid memories of lying on the big bed in my parents’ room, which was right beneath two large windows, looking at books of Presidents. There was one book in particular, a large, red book from the library that I enjoyed the most. It had a good two or three pages on each President …
I got my rings repaired last week. My wedding rings had gotten too small – a half size too small – thanks to my last pregnancy. Or maybe it was thanks to fifteen years and five pregnancies? Anyway, it was so exciting to get them repaired! The pink heart ring was given to me by …
I read this verse this morning in my devotions. It was already underlined, for it is very precious to me. I decided to copy it into my journal because I love it so much. As I started to write it, I realized I knew it already. I double checked myself, but yes, I knew it. …
It seems like only yesterday that I sat on my dad’s lap on our patio. The sun eased itself below the horizon in the west and cicadas and tree frogs were timidly beginning their evening serenade. The warm summer breeze gently shook the pines overhead. Something triggered a memory for my dad, I can’t recall …
I’ll never forget the peaceful mornings I spent at home as a child. I remember my Dad coming in to wake me up for school, leaning down in my face to say in a whisper, “Wake up, sleepy head! It’s time to get up.” I could smell the coffee on his breath and was a …
Seven years ago today, my Dad went home. Not back to Illinois where he was born, or to Conway, Arkansas, where he grew up, but to Heaven, his true home. Recently, while talking to my husband about Dad, I said, “You know, I know someone who has actually seen Jesus’ face!” We both pondered that …
Today would have been my Dad’s birthday. I’ve written about him countless times; I’m sure some of you are tired of reading about him. But as I sit here now, listening to the tree frogs and the crickets chirp their songs, as I felt the hot sun glaring down upon the wilting grass earlier today …
Ex. 20:12 Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.When the springtime breezes rustle the leaves, gently blowing my hair, carrying the sweet scent of honeysuckle, I am immediately transported to a beautiful place. I reach for it, only to see it …
“Son, there’s one thing they can never take away from you and that’s your education.” My grandfather said to my Dad, when he was a boy. Dad hated school. He would have much rather been outside playing baseball, basketball or football. He was jovial and fun loving, not the studious type. He was extremely intelligent, …
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