I love my granddaughter, Gracie, truly I do. She's bright, confident, articulate, and inquisitive. And that's just a few of the reasons I knew I better have a plan before we began working on her quilt.
Have you noticed, Dear Reader, that from the first breath she takes, a grandchild calls us to more? Do more, try more, love more.
And sometimes, right in the middle of being role models, caregivers, and confidantes, I realize she's teaching me new things instead of the other way around.
Mama taught me a lot of things, but one of them is a lesson I'm still learning. Maybe not intentionally, but Mama taught me about letting go.
My initiation into serving in an urban elementary school was swift and heartbreaking.
Tossed about by poverty and neglect, Larry's family awaited the arrival of sibling number seven. A mother barely thirty and no baby daddies in sight for any of them, life held few promises.
Annalyn and I were making strawberry jam recently, talking about the important things that an almost teenager and her doting grandparent care about.
In the mix, I told her that God cares about EVERYTHING we care about, no matter how small. The very next day, He made sure I was keeping that lesson up close and personal.
Self-rising flour (don't judge me, REAL cooks) and hand-held mixers might be in short supply these days, but recipes are rampant. Thank goodness for those creative cooks and kitchens who are happy to share their delicacies.
Is anybody else as crazy as I am about using pillows to decorate? I know, silly question considering all the myriads of options out there.
Hi, my name is Alice. A Way with Words is about sharing faith,
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