to: YOU faithful friends THANK YOU for reading each week from: me the curly headed country girl who’s more than half CRA-ZAY! way more than half the time pray for me. I’m headin’ back to the beach this weekend with the sisters, Precious and the herd (ages: 9,7,7,5,4,3,2) sister banker and I just got back…
more are struggling than are not in marriage that is. Friday I posted a sweet, mushy-gushly post about how in love Cowboy Dan and I are and have been for the last 21 years for which I am thankful because if it weren’t so and I had not committed to love him until death do…
more are struggling than are not in marriage that is. Friday I posted a sweet, mushy-gushly post about how in love Cowboy Dan and I are and have been for the last 21 years for which I am thankful because if it weren’t so and I had not committed to love him until death do…
PIP IS MISSING! or he was. if you are new to the blog Pip is my mother’s crippled finch Precious named him Pip after the character in A Christmas Carol you know?? peg-legged “Tiny Tim” Precious thought his name was Pip read the rest of PIP’S STORY HERE… as for today’s story… from the wise…
the buildings were as thick as the pines in Alabama door holders dressed in black ~gracious & warm with their welcome shushing the noise of the streets with their smiles I was fretful and anxious about registration until I exchanged pleasantries with the delightful receptionist her southern charm at it’s best lanyard and badge…
What in the world does this mean for me?-Francis Chan took the words right out of my mouth in the final chapter of his book, Crazy Love FYI-don’t read this book if you are looking for a cozy, “feel good-er” line-after-line I found myself holding my breath, heart pounding under conviction of the word God’s…