1125 B.C. Bethlehem, Judah Home of Elimelech and Naomi, and sons Mahlon and Chilion; perhaps migrant workers, working in the grain fields of Bethlehem’s countryside. Enter a drought-induced famine; there were no grains to produce food in Bethlehem, the House of Bread. Elimelech packs up his family and moves east to the countryside of Moab…. [Read More]
Several weeks ago, SharpShooter (my husband) was unloading groceries from the car when a bedraggled cat walking down our snow-covered country road caught his eye. It couldn’t be – could it? “Pippie, is that you?” Upon closer inspection, stooping down to the dirty, scruffy feline, he realized it was indeed, Captain Pip! Years ago, fifteen… [Read More]
This photo illustrates exactly how I felt this morning, minus the dreadlocks, when I sat down to spend some time with my Three Best Friends – OVERWHELMED! I had my coffee, my basket with all my reading material and as I settled in, I bowed my head and said, “Lord, there is just so much,… [Read More]
Good morning. I would like to tell you a little something about myself that some, but not all of you, know. I am a big fan of aromatherapy. I love it. I use it. At times I cannot get enough of the sweet smells that enter my body and then take over my heart. I… [Read More]
November 11, 1982 until now!
October 14, 2010 ♫ Happy Birthday to me ♫ Today had a surreality to it. Sixty years ago today, on a Saturday, I came into the world. Backside first and folded in half, all nine pounds of me. My poor mother! In all seriousness, she almost lost her life giving birth to me and I… [Read More]
September 26 The Sharpshooter left today for Fort Shenandoah and the national meet of the N-SSA. So funny to watch him get ready to load up the truck. He did make a list this time because, you see, I told him I wouldn’t meet him in Washington D.C. with his uniforms. Of course I can’t… [Read More]
It was a busy Thanksgiving morning, my mother-in-law, my husband and I were in the kitchen doing holiday things when the phone rang. For as long as I live I will remember that call. My dear friend’s son had been heinously murdered in West Palm Beach, FL. I ran to the building adjacent to our… [Read More]