In the car this afternoon . . .
Me (sarcastically): I just love traffic! Jacob (sincerely): I just love Domino’s pizza and God.
In the car this afternoon . . . Read More »
Me (sarcastically): I just love traffic! Jacob (sincerely): I just love Domino’s pizza and God.
In the car this afternoon . . . Read More »
Today I posted some thoughts about dreams at THE MASTER’S ARTIST. Please stop by. And before you leave, be sure to share your thoughts with the class!
calling all dreamers Read More »
A Carolina chickadee just lunched at the feeder outside my window. No doubt preoccupied with important chickadee affairs, he tarried only long enough to elicit admiration for his jaunty black cap and debonair, grey dinner jacket. Then, with a twinkling ebony eye, he cocked his head as if to tip his hat and flitted off,
A Little Bird Told Me Read More »
Good morning, LJ-land. *taps microphone* Testing . . . testing. Is this thing on? Okay. I have a little announcement to make. If you consider yourself a writer (or someone who would like to be a writer), and if you consider yourself a Christian, come check out the first-ever celebration extravaganza hoop-de-doo going on HERE.
I just read the following e-mail from my mom: “Today Dad and I went to see the new Will Smith movie, Hitch, and the model that looks like you had a starring role as an heiress. Her name is Amber Valletta, and she is a super-model. I looked her up on the internet, and the
Why God gave us mothers Read More »
We say, “forever and ever” — as though “forever” weren’t long enough.
I was just noticing. Read More »
Maker of moments, Designer of days, Purify my motives — let my ways Be sanctified, from selfish aims Redeemed. And when I cannot see For churning passion (mud-encumbered Ego feet, dragging half the world), free This foolish bird who simply longs To fly. Loose the chains of gains That weight the wings, and sing Your
I listened, and as I listened, I prayed. His pain touched places in my heart few ever reach. Even now unhurried tears flow silently down my cheeks. Tears for a brokenness I know must be lived through one breath at a time. And yet, all is well. All is infinitely well. The sun passes over
If you’ve been feeling unappreciated or ignored; if your ego needs a little boost; if you want to know what it feels like to be surrounded by adoring fans, I have just the thing for you. Become a choreographer. 2005 marks my eighth year working with the local high school choral department on their musical
Revue in Review: one reason why I love my life Read More »
“Thoughts of you bring sunshine into my morning where rain clouds still linger outside.” ♥ EZ
In an e-mail today from George . . . Read More »