A couple of Sundays ago you may have thought I was really upset, but my tears were from some powerful onions that I was chopping to add to the jambalaya pot. One of our boys had just endured an intense weekend with his friends as they began to pledge a university...
This week I’ve been praying for my friends, The Carrolls, as the day approaches for them to send off their daughter’s family, the Brantlys, to Liberia. A few days ago Lisa posted a comment on Facebook that described herself as “conflicted” while counting down the days...
This month I knotted the last stitch on the quilt that I began 22 years ago. I was a young mom with a newborn son and was determined to be creative and productive in my new season of life. So, with the help of my Grandma Morris, I began a quilting project. When I look...
It’s the first week of school, and for the first time in 17 years not one of my kids needs a ride to school in the morning or will be looking for me as they file out of school following the release bell. Seventeen years ago when when we lived in Venezuela, our...
Stacks of green bills are piled at the end of the table where my youngest son, Lucas, is counting the profits of his summer lawn business. There is a smile on his face, so it is safe to say that business has been good. The grass hardly grows in our dry West Texas...
“I just wish that it was okay to raise mediocre kids.” It was summertime when my friend thought that her family would have a break from the pressure to perform, but she was still feeling it. The pressure stretched her family’s budget, their schedule...
