Silent Sunday

Thankful for a man who cares about the little things. Sure makes it easier when we differ so much on some of the big… (“Opposites attract” could be an understatement for me and my man, but it’s kept things lively, and always an adventure, no doubt.) Thankful for the grace that helps us meet in the middle. Flowers fade, but the memories of all of those ‘little things’ live on. Yes. Thankful for that on this (not-so-silent ) ‘Silent Sunday’.Read more

Silent Sunday

Gifts to the king…what do I bring do i journey from near and from far What gifts do I bring, bring to the King Do I follow His beckoning star that leads to the place, this manger of grace which one day will lead to a cross What gifts do I bring, bring to the King What’s gained overwhelms any cost So what gifts do I bring, bring to the King Who beckons all come as we are Lay allRead more

Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday Every ornament’s a story – and I could talk your ear off for hours detailing the story, the memory of each and every one.  Because these are my family’s stories. My kids’ lives told in yearly symbols of ornaments.Like the pink phone for instance? That one makes me smirk a bit because that was the year Hope lost at least three phones, one which flew off a rollercoaster, and one which was flushed down the toilet. Oops.  OrRead more