A Letter to My Children

When I am old, and I forget which children belong to you, don’t take it personally. Just repeat their names in conversation every time we meet. Consider it a prayer. If I forget all the details of the day you were married and can’t recall the vacation we...

Visiting Kimberly

Hello Dear Reader, You can catch up with me today over at the blog of my writer-friend, Kimberly Wright at Believing Out Loud. Please stop by and say, “hello.” She is a darling lady.          ...

Calling Dr. Barton

Sometimes, on a crazy Monday, our friend, Dave Barton, stops in at the clinic just to see how we are doing. He just checks in, assures us he needs nothing, and then asks if he can do anything to help. He generally turns to the crowded waiting room then and says,...

Let There Be Color

Years ago, I read a theory that the color of trees in Autumn is actually their natural state. That God planted trees of gold, amber, and flaming red in the Garden of Eden. But, when sin entered in, the trees had to go to work just like Adam did. The writer equated the...

For Love and Money

Those are two of the reasons I write. For love, first of all, and most of all. I would write even if no one ever paid me for it. I’d probably write even if no one ever read my words. Blogging is a little like that. We bloggers just fill the screen with words,...