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? We live in a country like no other in the world. My travels around the globe have only solidified and confirmed in my heart and mind that America truly is the land of opportunity. You can choose to be critical of our leaders, our government, our taxes, or any number of…
I am not a scientist. And all that’s been discovered about DNA is more than my mind can fathom. As a matter of fact, this schoolgirl graduated many moons ago, and I barely survived science class. But the God of the universe created it all and, IT.IS.FASCINATING. “By my great strength and outstretched arm, I made…
“Can I go outside after I fix my attitude?” ~~Annabelle, 2 The clock is ticking. The birds are chirping. The coffee is brewing. A new day dawns. It’s good to be home. As the morning sounds chime, I am faced with a decision.
“My people, hear my instruction; listen to the words from my mouth. I will declare wise sayings; I will speak mysteries from the past— things we have heard and known and that our fathers have passed down to us. We will not hide them from their children, but will tell a future generation the praiseworthy acts of…
For the last two Sundays I have been away from my home church. The majority of the last 35 years I have had one pastor–my husband. As strange as that sounds to you, I can assure you that it sounds just as strange to me. In a lifetime of dreams, never once did I imagine…
While I love the four seasons we enjoy in the Midwest, I am always in awe of God’s creation whenever I travel to other parts of our beautiful country. Some would think that the dry desert is barren and boring, but I totally disagree! I am in Arizona this week, and even though I left…
June–the season of weddings. [I actually started this blog post quite some time ago after reading 2 Corinthians, Chapter 2. When the calendar flipped to June, I decided it would be the perfect time to post it]. I was a January bride, and yes, I was a very traditional bride with a veil. I had…
My grandchildren love to play with flashlights, so I make sure they are readily available in a special place that little hands can reach. They are an inexpensive toy that entertain for hours. (Yay, Dollar Store!) Even when it’s not dark outside, they will take the flashlights to the basement or a dark room and…
I get no credit. The one who lovingly planted these beautiful flowers had to leave them behind when she moved away. I am the beneficiary, and I can’t help but think of her when I see her handiwork. With gratitude I want to share these because I know she must miss them. In compassion, I…
Everyone that knows me, knows that I love coffee. I set my coffee pot to automatically start brewing at 5:30 every morning. If I get up earlier, all I have to do is push a button and the brew starts dripping. With pause and serve, it’s only minutes before I can grab that first sip…
Do you remember the game? When you were a child, the game was somewhat innocent. Unless you were a little audacious. You know who you are–or maybe someone particular comes to mind when I say it. There’s always that one person who willingly takes a dare–and he’s probably the same one who knows how to come…
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If you give a Mom a minute, she might just take a breath. And though she could spend it on herself, she will probably do laundry. If you give a Mom a minute, She might just take a bath, but she will see the toilet, and she will feel an incredible…
In honor of Mother’s Day, this week I will be reposting some of my most popular blog posts for moms. Enjoy! “Some days are just like that… even in Australia!” Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, written by Judith Viorst is still an often-quoted book in the Munton family. Our kids…
These photos were taken by my five-year old granddaughter. She is fascinated by my old camera (a Canon Power Shot), and took to it right away, easily learning how to zoom and shoot the world around her. The photos and captions are all her. No editing except to add the logo. I assure you, she…
There is nothing quite like that helpless feeling you get when you watch someone you care about hurting–and you are separated by distance or by circumstance. You can’t wipe their tears or hold their hand. You feel their pain, and you hurt with them. You are grieving with them, but words just don’t seem to…
