Sometimes friendship is golden Sometimes friendship is sweet It's pearls are no trinket or token It's value a treasure indeed. But sometimes friendship is shaken It's tested and tried till it's true Words are hastily spoken It's song gets sung out of tune. Words aren't easily forgotten But forgiveness is not far behind … Continue reading If It Has Roots
I posted this on Facebook for Andrew: Do you Know? What can I say that hasn't been said? You know that I love you and that I don't want to spend my days without you, but do you know how much I appreciate you? Do you know how much it means to me when you … Continue reading Do You Know?
[The truth will set you free] I won't lie, an honest answer can be difficult to receive, but it can also be absolutely wonderful. Jeremiah wasn't one of my favorite books of the Bible; the subject matter can make it a difficult read. However, I’ve had a change of heart. This book of the Bible … Continue reading The Value of an Honest Answer
Because Andrew and I share our home with two cats, we always leave the bathroom door open while we're showering or bathing so that our girls can come and go to do their business. (Don't worry, this isn't going to be a "tmi" talk about our cats business.) If Andrew decides to jump in the … Continue reading Tub Talk: Okay, level with Me…
I’d say that most of us want to connect. There are those who prefer to keep to themselves, but I think the majority of us enjoy being part of a community. I’m no expert on community. I wasn't born a social butterfly, or if I was, it was short lived. My parents said that I … Continue reading Connected but not Connecting?: Here’s the Disconnect
[They will be filled] Yes, I know--the title for this one is quite the mouthful isn’t it? (Haha) Before I dish out the main course, let me set the table for you. (I make no apologies for this being too corny.) “Pickles of Partnership” was a game quest that Andrew was working on the day … Continue reading The Pernicious Pickles of Partnership: Do You Hunger for Righteousness?
[A time to weep and a time to laugh] When the package that we’d dropped in the mail came back to us with the word “Deceased” written across the mailing label, my reaction was much stronger than I'd anticipated, so as the tears started to flow, Andrew came over and wrapped his arms around me. … Continue reading Until We Start Over Again