So I don’t even have the words to express how completely full and overjoyed I was after my time at Ponderosa Bible Camp last week. Seriously. I’ve written before about how my oldest son would live there and eventually he may, who knows? I get it and so does my youngest and WE WANT TO LIVE…
So I have this growing in the corners of my bathroom for various reasons: I live in Alabama and the humidity here in June and July would burst the thermometers of hell some days and we haven’t turned on our air (which is a post in and of itself…why? oh, why haven’t we turn on…
So, I don’t even know how that happened. Six. It just sounds old. I mean five is still squishy and little and come sit in my lap let’s talk or sing but six. I know six. I used to teach sixes. They would enter my first grade classroom hand-in-hand with their momma. Hanging in her…
“Some days are hard other days are harder” is what she said when we hugged “A man could preach on pain and suffering 52 weeks a year and it still wouldn’t be enough” is what he said just before they said “Amen” ************* If you’re new here, Hi, I’m Karmen the voice at Blessings Beyond…
oh.my.stars. has it been that long?! yes, I still blog (mostly in my head-does that count?) oh how I wish it did count and posts really could be written Mary Poppin’s style with a blink or a curtsy or whatever it was she did when she did her thing. We’d have so much more…
I ate a whole jar of pickled okra sittin’ on the golf cart talking and squallin’ with my momma yesterday do you do that? Not the eatin’ the whole jar of pickled okra part but the sittin’ and squallin’ to momma part.. I do that.. it’s good for my soul. I’ve decided I need people. I…