Month: August 2011

This morning I was driving to pick up ice for the coolers.  It's Sunday, the tea making day for the picnic with our friends at the Park.  As I was leaving the neighborhood, I saw someone parked at the entrance.  A man was working on something with the plants there, and a young girl stood… Continue reading Just Watering the Plants

This was his second visit to the picnic in the park.  He'd been there last Sunday for the first time.  Some folks had tried to engage him, while others had ignored him or shied away from him.  It was the children who were most excited--some downright delighted.  Several were suprised to see him there for… Continue reading Compassion

We had a small "incident" last week.  My two littles, four and six were playing with friends in a rarely trafficked area.  They were throwing the frisbee, and it landed in the street where there was usually no one driving.  As my four year old little guy, the Moose, ran over to pick it up,… Continue reading Hard Questions

Two years ago tonight my Daddy went into the hospital, and it changed all of our lives forever. I was out on a walk in the late summer evening, when the sun sank behind the trees and allowed us a brief reprieve from the sweltering heat.  My walk was nearly over, when I saw my… Continue reading The Journey

I was on my way to Mama and Daddy's today to take them some special tomatoes they had requested when I passed by a new subdivision that I've driven by many times.  This place did not exist five years ago.  It used to be an old pasture. I'm not sure what will happen, as it… Continue reading Telephone Poles

Yesterday I read this from Max Lucado:  "Everybody has a piece of the jigsaw puzzle.  Only God sees the picture on the box." What an image this creates for me.  My daughter, Mama, and my great aunt all loved puzzles. I would watch them working diligently, turning over the pieces, organizing them by color, so… Continue reading Love Amongst Puzzle Pieces

For a while there before Daddy got sick, we would all drive down together from time to time and take my great aunt to lunch.  Or she'd take us.  There would be a fight about who was going to pay many times.  I took great delight in sneaking up and paying before anyone else, but… Continue reading Mason Jars & Small Change