Monthly Archives: April 2011

I now have a better idea why I like reading memoirs and autobiographies. I am not a fan of television – but I’m working on that.  My husband enjoys watching tv and I am trying to make time to sit … Continue reading →

Do you remember what it’s like to hold a fussy child, maybe bouncing them a bit, or rocking back and forth until they become content – finally?  And then you don’t want to move because you don’t want to jostle … Continue reading →

I write this morning’s message from a hotel room in Times Square in New York City. This is where our family has been blessed to be able to spend this Amazing Day of Life and Resurrection. Many a good men … Continue reading →

One day last week I read that Peace is God’s continual gift to me.  A comparison was made to the time when the Israelites could only gather manna daily, and were told not to store it for the future.  Those who tried found … Continue reading →

This weekend had a thing or two in it that reminded me that I haven’t magically escaped consequences of long ago decisions.  At this point in my life, they don’t threaten my peace or consume my mind.  They just kind of leave me feeling … Continue reading →

Morning wraps me up like a lover’s embrace.  I delight in the romance.  I never have to wait for more than a day to experience it yet again. Morning and I typically share 45 minutes to an hour before my … Continue reading →

I read a quote by George Matheson, a blind preacher from Scotland.  He said:  “My dear God I have never thanked You for my thorns.  I have thanked you a thousand times for my roses but not once for my thorns.  … Continue reading →

I hope you get to start off your weekend with the sweetest of memories like I did a couple of weeks back. I went to pick up My Sugar Bug so he could spend a couple of days with Nana and … Continue reading →

A title to one of my posts a while back, and a rhythm I try to live in is “Live Simply – Hide Nothing – Help Others.”  Well, I thought I’d take a moment with you to “Hide Nothing!” I had a … Continue reading →

Many years ago I picked up Haruki Murakami’s book What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.  I was intrigued by the title.  Honestly . . . wouldn’t you be intrigued if you saw such a book on a shelf?  … Continue reading →