TToT – Thankful for a Life
Our daughter turned eight this week. I can’t even imagine how that is possible. As trite as it sounds, it seems only moments ago we sat in a hospital room holding our newborn, grateful for her safe...
View Article#10Thankful – Home and Family
While it was my intent to have my thankfuls ready to go on Friday evening, here I am on Sunday afternoon marveling at how full my days have been. We’ve had a great week here, starting with Zilla’s...
View Article#10Thankful – Sharks and Such
I have to be totally honest here. I do not like writing my #10Thankful post on a Sunday evening. And yet, here I am again doing just that. *sigh* So while I am very thankful for so many things, I’m...
View Article#10Thankful – Standing in Motion
I believe I am standing in motion. I worked on a thousand things all week, produced results, and yet I somehow feel as though I have accomplished little because none of my projects can be moved to the...
View ArticleThis Christmas
“This is going to be the best Christmas ever.” This is what my daughter told me this weekend as we brought out our Christmas tree, shopped for some new strings of lights, and hung the ornaments on our...
View ArticleSnow Days and Preparation – #10Thankful
Late Sunday evening and I’m finally sitting to think about my Ten Things of Thankful post. That happens a lot lately. (OK, it happens all the time.) I start my posts early in the week, I plan to get in...
View ArticleTToT – Complications
I don’t even know why I call these posts ten things of thankful anymore – I’ve long since given up listing or counting anything. I suppose it’s because that’s how it began and it’s how we continue to...
View ArticleTToT – Bright Sides and Fresh Starts
Today has not started off very well. All manner of things have gone other than my ideal plan, right up to and including the part where I just moments ago spilled coffee on myself and my desk. So now I...
View ArticleRoom to Breathe
It is difficult to write about blessings in the midst of tragedy. I’ve fought with with my words for this piece and three others all morning, searching for a way to reconcile the half-written drafts...
View ArticleThe Red Chair
Rob’s heart beat faster as he parked his pickup and climbed the steps to the porch. The little red chair sitting in the corner couldn’t be the same one he lost years ago, but he had to ask. It had been...
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