Hot sun Dry leaves A hawk's cry A gentle breeze All that glitters isn't gold Like what sparkles beneath my feet But all that's golden is the prize that always … Continue reading All That’s Golden
As Andrew was drifting off to asleep one restful Sunday afternoon, he says to me, “I’m having some strange thoughts.” Me: “This is normal.” (Haha) Andrew: “You said to me, 'You have to call me Janet’ and I said, 'Why do I have to call you Janet?’ You said, 'Because it's my birth name’ and … Continue reading Cowboy Gospel?
[The mountains melt like wax] I love a good road trip. A long drive doesn’t bother me one bit. Andrew and I can always use a change of scenery ourselves, and as we get further from our neck of the woods, the mountain views are wonderful. It was after 5:00PM when we finally arrived at … Continue reading Road Trip Rescue – Part 2
[...practice hospitality] Some things really do take practice. Being that I'm an introvert, hospitality is a challenge for me. I don't really consider myself socially anxious anymore, but in many ways I'm no different than our cats; brand new situations can sometimes cause me to stress right out. A Hero Heart Have I ever mentioned … Continue reading Road Trip Rescue – Part 1
I'm learning how important it is to share. It's only when we share, that we can gain valuable insight and encouragement from those who are willing to reciprocate. It does mean being vulnerable, but this is a risk that I'm willing to take. We all have insecurities. At least I'm assuming I'm not the only one. One … Continue reading Comfort Zones
[He gives strength to the weary] July 10, 2019 Physically, I've hit another rough patch, but by the time anyone reads this piece it will be old news. (I'm way ahead on my writing, though from time to time I do throw something very current into the mix.) If I say yesterday, I mean … Continue reading Good Things Come to Those Who Wait
[I thank my God…] I met Ronda on a Christian networking website called Xianz. I haven’t always clicked so easily with other females (perhaps it’s because I grew up with three brothers, and I never had any children of my own), but with Ronda our friendship came very naturally. She’s been a protective and concerned … Continue reading She Ain’t Pushy, She’s My Sister