I’ve been thinking a lot about Paris, and also about the refugee crisis. It’s not the type of thing I usually blog about, but it’s been heavy on my heart. I was horrified to hear news of the unthinkable tragedy
Weed or Flower?
There’s a weed in our backyard. It’s my favorite. I don’t know how it got there, or what exactly it is. It may even be a flower. And that got me thinking. We label stuff. Weed. Flower. Democrat. Republican. Fat.
Just wait till those kids get older!
Strangers. They say the darndest things, don’t they? If you go out in public with 3 girls, I betcha at least one person will say something along the lines of, “I sure wouldn’t want to be in your shoes when
Praying to Win!
My husband and I have never really prayed together all that much. It’s awkward. In fact, when our pastor was talking about praying with your spouse and admitted that some people might feel more comfortable jumping out of a plane
Wisdom from Grandpa
I was lucky growing up…we lived near both sets of grandparents, and I spent a ton of time with them. Apparently neither my parents nor Misteris’s wants to move out in the boondocks with us, so my kids are missing