I’ve been stepping back through old words, journal entries, notes, facebook comments and texts this week. Some are hilarous and fun, transporting me back in time to younger years. Others prick my heart for old friendships that have faded with…
Archives for February 2013
If you can’t see the path, does it exist?
Much of what God is doing in my life right now is a mystery. I can’t see above, below or around the path. And my lack of keen vision and comprehension leaves room for a counterfeit truth: nothing is coming,…
in my city
A friend recently sent me a link to these photos of Paris, taken in the early 1900s. Have you seen them? These are among the very first color photos taken of the city. And considering the 100 year difference, it’s striking how…
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on sick days
I always thing of my Grandma Ruth on days when I’m sick. Growing up, her house was my second home – the place I went before school, after school and on nights when my parents broke free for a few hours….
you’re my sweetheart
Months later, I still listen to this song over and over. It’s just too dang good. Happy Monday, everyone. Hope your day is filled with pretty, sweethearty things. — via