When my Daddy left this world four years ago, he left a permanent scar on my heart, but I will not allow his absence on this Earth rob me of his everlasting presence in my life.
In my garage stands a filing cabinet that has remained closed for over three years, but a few weeks ago on a sunny, Saturday afternoon, I opened the drawers, one at a time to inspect the contents– to sort the items to keep from those to recycle or donate. Three years ago every item IContinue reading “Filing Cabinet Finds: Part 1”
How about the athletes and actors who earn millions each year switch experiences and pay checks with our veterans! I challenge these talented people to stop using their “stage” for politics. I don’t care what you think of President Trump. I care that you are kind and that you use your platform for good. TakingContinue reading “How about we all take two knees tonight?”
If you opened up my chest, I’m sure you would see cracks and scar tissue from my shattered heart, and if you could touch my soul, I am convinced you would experience the ache that still longs for his presence. However, if you could sit next to my faith, I believe you would experience the warmContinue reading “His Suicide. My Journey.”
Despite my Kentucky Baptist upbringing and my barefoot baptism in the muddy river that kisses the small country park in Cadiz, I joined a methodist church years ago because it was a church that my husband would attend. I thought it important that we church together, but years have past and our daughter is nowContinue reading “White Spaces”