What happens when best buddies from high school reconnect?Just what you'd expect. Laughs, heart to heart talks and more memories made.Pam and I were called Barbie and Skipper in high school. Probably because we were always dolled up and always together. Well, now we are grown up and live in different states, but when we get together, we still get Continue Reading
Blog Makeover Complete
My blog makeover is finally here. And I love it. I picked this teahouse photo because it was inviting. It made me want to go in, have a cup of tea with a good friend and talk. I can just imagine what the inside might look like, considering the outside is full of fun texture and color. Susie at Bluebird Blogs was awesome to work with--so willing to Continue Reading
Writing Fears
I'm afraid to write. I know what I'm suppose to write--a general idea anyway. But still, I'm scared. As a part-time freelance writer, I enjoy writing. It's a satisfying way to share my heart and encourage others. And when God opens new doors in the publishing world, I'm always amazed at His goodness and grace. Getting paid to write, even better, Continue Reading
Blustery Day
The birds knew the storm was coming. They were pushing each other off of the feeder. Same table and chairs with more snow. Love this sign. It's even more amazing with snow. My bird feeder looks like a flying saucer. Don't you just love how you can still see the pair of pansies and the sweet boy and girl?Our second snow of the season and it's only Continue Reading
Is God My Protector?
Is God my protector? Is He yours? According to the Bible, He is. But what does God's protection actually mean?Looking back at my childhood, I struggle believing God protected me. Being sexually abused creates a huge problem for me. Where was God? And did He protect me? If so, how did He protect me? Could it have been worst?It's humbling to admit Continue Reading
Streams in the Desert devotional
Today's devotion from my Streams in the Desert book was powerful. Here's the poem at the end.A little bird I am,Shut from the fields of air, And in my cage I sit and singTo Him who placed me there;Well pleased a prisoner to be,Because, My God, it pleases Thee.My cage confines me round, Freely I cannot fly,But though my wings are closely bound,My Continue Reading