Love

I often don’t know how to respond to lovely things people say about what I have written in my blog. Their messages are always humbling and fill me full to the brim with an…

As I have gotten older, one of the things I get a great deal of enjoyment from is watching my grandkids. Whether happy, sad, or downright mad, their sweet honesty—even in the most trying…

This morning on crosswalk.com, I was reading about the possible meaning of the word, “Maundy,” as it pertains to Maundy Thursday. It comes from the Latin “mandatum “ which means “command.”  On Thursday evening,…

Have you ever read in the Bible the book of Ruth? It is a wonderful true story, desperate in the beginning, turning tragic shortly thereafter, but in the end, opening like a flower into…

My granddaughter, Lucy, when first beginning to talk, tried to call me—a name my daughter thought I would like to be called—Amma Kimmie. The “Amma,” quickly lost in the speech of a one year…

Living in Middle Tennessee, I have had to come to grips that I live in Bermuda Grass Country. Some may think this a blessing because of its high tolerance to heat and drought and…

Last month—it’s hard to believe February is past and we have already stepped into March—we were leading our Youth Group at church through our Month of Love series. Now, even though that title sounds…

When my grandson, Arthur, was born, and because his older brother’s name is Henry, one of my very good friends when she heard the news, exclaimed, “How precious! Now you have two kings in…

My dear husband does not like to get gifts. Not birthdays or holidays. Not even Christmas or Easter. Not anytime or anywhere. Nope. Nada. Nyet. The other day—mind you, it’s only June—when I surprised…