Tiny papers in my bra

Read 1 Chronicles 14:2, and Acts 12:11 I have tiny papers in my bra. They fall out at the strangest and sometimes most embarrassing times. I can forget about them, work out and they literally melt away. They can blow out the window of my car and I get frustrated because I have to stop…

Anchors

“One of the ways I keep myself grounded in God’s grace is by collecting mementos that remind me of his goodness and faithfulness”. ~Mark Batterson These anchors are more than just mementos that mark a time, more than pictures, signs and symbols you display to serve as reminders of the past, no… these anchors should…

Disconnected Christmas

The other morning I woke up earlier than anyone in my house which is very unusual. My husband typically greets me with something snarky: Well good morning, Queenie, how was your slumber? This is because he has already been up for hours doing his schoolwork, working his second job, reading his bible and probably praying…

Crappy Handwriting

A precious woman gave me a book the other week that contained these words, I jotted them on paper and posted them up immediately: Pride is like bad breath, everyone knows about it BUT the person who has it. Side note, my husband tells me the only thing he doesn’t love about me is my handwriting….

Snazzy Little Book

Yep, Jackson Pollock. I’ve been slightly, ok, completely obsessed with his work as of late…and also the short stories of Anton Chekhov. Seriously. Good. Writer. The best writers don’t answer questions, they invite you to ask them.  #HomeschoolMomReflections After all, great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people. ~Eleanor Roosevelt When I take my kids…

Ain’t nothing but a mist….

….Your life is like a mist. You can see it for a short time, but then it goes away. ~James 4:14 “Your life is a mist. My life is a mist. You ain’t nothing but a mist.  We think WAY too much about our lives.”  These are the very encouraging things Chad (the husband) and I…

The “uh-oh” feeling….

I saw one of my old swim coaches at our Harris Teeter two days ago. We were introducing him to our two youngest children and I say to them, “He taught me how to swim”….and he says…..I kid you not…. “Your mom taught me patience.” And we all fall out laughing. My parents used to tell…

Esther’s Ace in the Hole

This little sign sits in one of the rooms at the family beach place. And every time I have walked by it over the last 7 days, I have smiled. It’s the reason I write each day, whether in a journal with a pen, or typed out here; it makes me happy. But happiness is not the end…

A winding gravel drive

A winding gravel drive leads to a place like nowhere else where the air is different, warm and thick and welcoming. Feet happy to feel the sandy slate floors, slate floors that have been walked over by people as different yet as connected as the cement that binds them all together. Time inviting you to…

Short time or long

I have been intrigued by Acts 23:23 – 26:32 for a couple days now. #LovePaul Paul has been brought in for judgment. The Sanhedrin (bad guys) have made accusations against him for stirring up riots, being a troublemaker, and being the ring leader of a religious sect (Acts 24:5). They present the case well. Paul…