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Catch-Up?
Playing catch-up? Very often these days, I seem to be in catch-up mode; tonight is no exception. With algebra going fairly well, but still time-consuming, and daily life with all that entails, things are good though the pace is frenetic. What keeps me grounded? My faith, for sure, and the things I’m looking forward to…
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Second Chances Part Two
Where does the time go? So many things happening every day. An incredible second chance for beloved family members – a second chance at creating the best possible family together in a place that they love. For me, confirmation again of victory over illness, a second chance for sure. And back to school, not the…
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Second Chances Part I
This will be quick, just to throw the thought out there – how many second chances does a person get? I’ve sure been blessed with my share. It’s kind of like a cosmic Do-Over though I choose to believe that they come from a very specific place, Person, if you will. I believe in the…
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LAND OF THE FREE ….
Coming up on the Fourth of July. While it’s not a holiday I’m sentimental about like Easter and Christmas, I’ve been thinking about freedom and bravery. Are you free? Are you brave? The song says we live in the land of the free and the home of the brave. I know brave women who’ve fought…
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… But Keep the Old …
According to one Web site I found, the title words, which I’m sure many of you know, are supposed to be part of a traditional Girl Scout song. Other sites described it as a children’s song and I sang it as a child in music class as a round. The theme being on my mind…
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… and a Time to Dance Part Two
We talked yesterday about another of the Homestead’s children passing away, my Aunt Henrietta. The day she died was one of those days you remember things about. Later in the day I hopped on the lawn mower and rode around and around with memories tumbling through my mind. Here I am on a lawn tractor…
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A Time to Mourn … Part One
Note: I began drafting this post a few days after the passing of another of the Homestead’s children, my aunt/godmother. I’d like to expand on it now and honor her memory. A time to mourn and a time to dance; that’s the complete phrase. Not an original title by any means, but so appropriate. Another…
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There Was a Time …..
There was a time when the night before Ash Wednesday would have my attention more for what was happening at Mardi Gras in New Orleans and Rio than for any spiritual meaning. Tonight is different. I’ve had an interesting week and am feeling very blessed! I was given insight into a situation that had been…
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Jump Out of the Boat!!
As mentioned earlier, we attended a great church, Seacoast Church, just blocks from Meghan’s apartment, on Christmas Eve, and then a satellite campus in Mount Pleasant on the weekend. The young preacher had a great message and I have two points scribbled in large letters on a piece of paper that were made during the…
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Just Catching Up
This is being posted without links or more than a cursory spell-check so please bear with me if you come across errors. It’s hard for me to do things this way, but it’s either post or be done for the day and it’s only 10:30 a.m. so I’m going to close my eyes and just…