Normalcy decimated. I attempt to empathize with the victims of these recent disasters. However, I can't get my proverbial feet into their shoes. Yet I try. And I pray. Each day, my family overflows with gratitude as we compare our lot to "theirs."...
I am not writing today while feasting my eyes on a beautiful landscape of autumn’s delights. Nor am I wearing cute boots and a seasonal scarf. I am a southern California girl, sitting outside in shorts and bare feet, feasting...
When my son, Josiah, was three, he often said, "I so proud" after catching one of us doing something "good". I can still hear his raspy voice sputtering those words. Sweet words. Sweet boy. "I'm proud of you" is a blessing...