My Journal

Everything about 21st century life is getting goldfish-bite-sized, even my blogging. Rather than writing paragraphs, I'm into short bursts of personal journaling. Here are some things chasing around my mind lately:Teens struggle with communicating with their parents,...

Economic downturns cannot force relationships out of business. I was reminded this morning that the most important thing in life is relationship--with God and with others. Because of relationship, God created us. Because of relationship, God redeemed us. Because of...

I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the political drama playing out yesterday. I sat and stared at my computer screen watching the events of the inauguration play out.As fascinating to me as the pomp and circumstance was the human underscore of the day. I was...

It's 2009. I'm ready for a new year and all the fresh opportunities. At the same time it seems daunting because there are so many of them. Like a department store clearing out its inventory to make room for the new season's merchandise, I want to sweep through the...

I have been moaning the fact that my Christmas season has been so far from calm. A crammed schedule and unexpected events combined with all the shopping, baking, and wrapping have just not given me many quiet evenings watching the lights on my tree and sipping...

Winter has charms that summer can't boast.No sunny skies nor sandal shod feetNot tart lemonade nor welcoming heat.Winter has magic of sparkle and ice.The skaters whirl and twirl on its pond.The trees wear glitter fresh from its wand.Winter has glamour and drama in...

I realized something. Light makes all the difference. Before going to Tennessee for Thanksgiving with my family, I put up some of my Christmas decor. I didn't' have time to put up the tree, though, and so didn't get into the box with the strands of lights. My end...

Here are some fun portraits I had taken of my last little Princess -- Kaley.

I looked out at the pumpkin by my front door last week and saw it sprinkled with a wispy snow. It reminded me of this poem whose colorful language sounds so like the Appalachian region of East Tennessee. When we lived in Alabama, one of our favorite autumn events was...