“If Papa God tells you to build a shed, He’ll provide the nails.” That’s a quote from one of my Too Blessed to be Stressed books from nearly a decade ago. At the time I wrote it, I had no inkling of the awful, interfering, sometimes debilitating stress we would encounter while building our assigned sheds ...
Inside Out
After last week’s post regaling my enormous relief about my miraculous wicked witchy facial mole healing (scroll back if you missed it!), I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance (or lack thereof) of physical beauty. A potentially depressing topic for sure, with my Medicare birthday approaching like a rogue steam roller. That led me ...
Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
There are so many accounts of miraculous healings in the Bible: The paralytic lowered to Jesus’ feet by his friends through the hole in the roof The woman with an issue of blood A mentally ill (demonized) man in a graveyard Dorcus, the dealer of purple fabric Simon Peter’s feverish MIL The blind man outside ...
Patrick’s Dream
Once in a great while, your path intersects with someone who enters your heart and never leaves again. I got into a conversation on Facebook this week about a young man who did just that when I worked in hand therapy at a hospital two decades ago. Patrick truly impacted my life. I found this ...
Fall Fun
Keeping it short and sweet this week, I’d like to wish my BBFs (Blessed Friends Forever) a Happy Fall! One of my favorite places to enjoy the changing of the season is in the Cathedral of God’s Creation in the Smokies (say, who can name which of my books that expression comes from – “the ...
Behind the Tire
I rushed out the other morning to get in my car, late for an appointment. As the garage door arose, I squeezed betwixt the narrow space behind my car and was rounding the driver’s side rear tire when something caught my eye. A baby garter snake was cozily curled up behind the car tire. The ...
Blabber Control Issues
I did it. Yep. No denying it because I surely blew it. Again. I opened my big mouth when I shouldn’t have and, in the guise of an urgent prayer request, repeated the private need that a dearly loved sister in Christ I’ll call Marnie had confided in me, to someone I was sure would “keep ...
Resisting the Snark Bait
Okay, since I heard from many of you that you’d like to hear more of my homespun heritage after last week’s post about my clay-colored roots (life in rural Georgia in the 1960s – be sure to scroll back and read it if you haven’t), I’ll follow up this week with one more ditty about ...
Clay Colored Roots
Been feeling a bit nostalgic lately, so I thought I’d post a personal story about my childhood from my book, Mom NEEDS Chocolate. If you’d like to hear more, please add a comment and I’ll add more book excerpts to my blog posts from time to time. And hey, your community of BFFs (Blessed Friends Forever) ...
Story With a Happy Ending
“He’ll give you the shirt off his back.” Heard that before? It’s a good ole Southern maxim I was raised with that didn’t mean much more to me than a quaint way of saying someone was generous. Until it really happened. Our extended family was piling in our SUV last week to go somewhere (behind ...
