Filled

My girl is back from camp, and all is right with the world. There’s a mountain of red-dirt-stained laundry piled up in the laundry room…but I don’t care.  My eyes are gritty from the foray into Pollen Kingdom, but I don’t care. My girl is back from camp, tired, slightly sunburned, and filled to the brim with lessons she learned about the Lord as well as loads of new and renewed friendships. Coming home is a bit of a letdown for her.  We don’t have a boat or a lake or waterskis or a climbing rock. Nor do we play … Continue reading Filled

Small towns, pickup trucks, “mountains” and stinkbugs

Life really is different in a small town. The ebb and flow is like molasses.  People don’t drive to the store in their pickup trucks — rather, they scoot their way down the road. Down here in these parts, it’s plumb normal to see a pack of children — or dogs — taking a joyride in the back of the aforementioned pickup truck. I remember those days…we all fought over who got to sit on the hump.  I imagine, though, that if someone hauled their kids or their dogs in the back of a truck in my suburban city, the … Continue reading Small towns, pickup trucks, “mountains” and stinkbugs

Turning Points

Today I heard lyrics on the radio that really bugged me. I was listening to Christian radio.  I can’t remember the exact lyrics, but the gist of them were this: Now that I know Jesus, I’m not the same person I used to be. I have several friends who could belt out that song and really mean it, from the depths of their souls.  They were saved as teenagers or as adults, and their lives took a true 180 degree turn.  From promiscuous behavior to purity. From alcoholism to abstaining.  They are living examples of the saving power of the … Continue reading Turning Points

Annoyed Again

I’m  annoyed that my name and driver’s license number were collected and sent over cyberspace to a mysterious data collection site today.  All I wanted to do was purchase a decongestant for my hubby who has been on the fringe of misery all week thanks to high grass pollen.  Now I feel like a criminal even though I did nothing wrong. I guess “innocent until proven guilty” is on its way out of our collective mentality. I bought the medicine, so my name goes on a list.  If I buy it again, my name will go on the list again. … Continue reading Annoyed Again

Countdown to the Race!

In a little over three hours, my honey will begin the race of a lifetime in the Roman Marathon. I’m so proud of him!  There never has been any doubt in my mind that he would get this far in his training.  He has endurance and a lot of self discipline.  God put the dream in him and has helped him stick to a training plan. This past week we visited his brother’s gravesite. He always wanted to run a marathon with his brother. Now he will run with him in spirit, beginning and ending the race at the famed … Continue reading Countdown to the Race!