June 29, 2020

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Remember who you are and whose you are…..

  • June 29, 2020
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Youth sports. For our family:  our two oldest boys play.  The youngest one (a girl)–hasn’t necessarily expressed all that much interest but put her in the gym and she does want a basketball in her hand (which makes this basketball coaching momma happy). We try and balance.  It is tough.  It can be demanding and some weeks it takes up probably more time than we would like.  But our boys love it–whether in the gym with a basketball or on...

A Gift From God; Purpose

  • June 23, 2020
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Having purpose is Something I used to ponder, especially when I was little. How could something, maybe small or usually forgotten have a very important purpose or reason for existence? You hear it a lot when talking about mosquitos or other nuisances. Normally, people are quick to question why such a creature should ever live, even if they never knew how it could contribute to life. But what I believe is interesting, and something we should all think about often,...

God’s Beautiful Tapestry

  • June 15, 2020
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When I was a little girl, I wanted a BIG happy family! I remember praying for it and imagining what it would be like. I thought a big family would solve the woes of my world. You see, I was pretty much an only child raised by my beloved grandmother. My parents were good people actually but they could not beat their demons of substance abuse the first sixteen years of my life. As with most folks without God in...

“Old” Friends…the best medicine

  • June 10, 2020
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This past weekend was spent cooking, cleaning, washing dishes, decorating, giving directions, driving (a lot), buying groceries, making lists, 97,382 steps, running errands, finding people, cutting cakes, making punch, Sonic runs, steaming dresses, pinning boutonnieres, wiping up spills, asking favors, and a myriad of other tasks.  It was also spent visiting, laughing, catching up, hugging (sorry – no social distancing for me), staying up late with feet in the pool just talking, eating meals in the midst of great conversation,...

From my heart about racism today

I with the rest of America was broken watching George Floyd beg for breath in his last moments. I heard the anger, the protests, the pain. I can’t write. I can’t think clearly. I unplugged from social media after a former student hurled racism at me for not posting sooner; I was stunned. I turned off the news when the “spin” became louder than the situation. I am a child of the integration years in Little Rock. Busing, segregation, and...