Last November, I participated in my first ever podcast. I was excited and nervous and truly did not know what to expect. Will they only ask me questions about being a journalism teacher? What if they ask questions I don’t know the answers to? Will anyone really listen to this podcast? As I waited inContinue reading “The Power of a Podcast”
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.
As I sit at my kitchen table this morning, I become lost in snowflakes and the beautiful, bright cardinals making their way to the bird feeder on the deck. The setting befalls peace, and this time of year especially, we all need an extra helping of peace. As we celebrate Christ’s birthday and welcome another newContinue reading “My prayer for today”
a circa 1992 poem written by my Daddy, Gene Drennan Night is far spent. the day is at hand. Cast off your works of darkness it’s high time you take your stand. the Lord shall come As a thief in the night Awake out of your sleep And stand in His glorious light
As I sit in my air-conditioned house and reflect on the week, I am changed. I am humbled. I am inspired. This past week, I joined my daughter’s youth group on their mission trip to Nashville, TN. I wasn’t supposed to be on this trip, but a friend on mine asked me to fill in forContinue reading “Changed. Humbled. Inspired.”
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.”