My Journal
Where I share my thoughts in words.some personal musings about heaven
I'm listening to the Gaither Vocal Band sing "These are They" and thinking about heaven this morning. Outside the widow of the spare bedroom that I call my "writing studio," it is snowing, white flakes drifting down and piling up, prompting our church to call...
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Partying in the Hearse
I don’t want to be an angry evangelical. I don’t want to be most at home on my soapbox, frothing with vitriol over cultural drift and neglecting to show the love of Christ. Yet, there is nothing wrong with holding strong principles and even personal...
Don’t ever say “We’ve Been Together . . . “
It's the common catchall phrase these days for relationships. We've "been together" for 6 months, 2 years, whatever the time frame. I hear couples use it all the time. But if you are committed to biblical living, I'm asking you not to say it. What's...
Guard Your Petticoat
(another bit of etiquette from a Southern girl's point of view)In the old days, southern young ladies were always well dressed, even to their “foundational” garments. There were chemises, corsets, bloomers, petticoats and crinolines and all served a purpose. A lady’s...
Not Alone
I love history, and historical drama is even better. The plot of the story Alone, Yet Not Alone has all the good points - faith, sacrifice, action, courage, loyalty, endurance and best of all the message that God is our strong tower in the day of trouble. Not to...
A different kind of wedding story . . .
A wedding gown, a revolver and an assignment that will change Angela's life forever . . read Married to Mr. X and cast your vote.
Butcher the Mule!
(a southern girl's perspective)If there’s anything southerners are, it’s tenacious. Some might say stubborn, but we’ll leave that dispute to those who are so inclined. Give a southerner a cause, and she’ll stick with it to the bitter end. The...
Serve them Sweet Iced Tea
Some things are sacred in the south – sweet iced tea is one of them. You know how valuable something is by what people will sacrifice for it. I can only imagine how the King’s tea tax smote the heart of our Revolutionary forbears. Their devotion to...
Mom-Guilt and Gut Sense
I need to confess.Mother’s Day can make me depressed.Not because I dislike being a mother; I absolutely cherish it. Not because I have a bad mother; she was and is an outstanding one. Not because my husbands and kids neglect me; they certainly don’t. And not because I...
