I’ve never been good at celebrating myself. I’m not sure why, really, but birthdays have always been… Awkward. Why is that? Even when it wasn’t about my age, I never liked the attention that a birthday brings. While I should be thankful for another year–another day to be alive, I focus instead on the awkwardness…
Hymns are a part of my story. I can remember songs from my past where I don’t remember many sermons. I can still remember songs from my childhood that I know I haven’t sung for decades, but the words still come… Walking in sunlight all of my journey, over the mountains, through the deep vale;…
It’s something we never tire of–catching a glimpse a white-tailed deer. These amazing creatures are gentle and graceful. They are incredibly in tune with their surroundings and always cautious when they are in an exposed area. (Until the rut, when their focus is skewered by their desire for a mate!) Seeing deer out in the…
It’s an easy pattern to fall into. Letting circumstances dictate our joy. And the soil of circumstance can be pretty darn rocky. So we plant the seeds. We plan our days, our months, our years–and fill them with all of those things we think will bring us joy. But our plans just don’t always go…
I love to take old things and turn them into something new. Or take something used and reuse it in a new way. You have seen from some of my past posts that I enjoy painting, rearranging and remodeling. Sometimes it is just the change of seasons that excite me and motivate me to freshen…
