Dear Reader, have you been bitten by the decorating bug? Thanks to sites and shows, even someone who's never considered themselves "artistic" can get creative.
I just can't believe it! Even if I believed it, how am I supposed to get it? The townspeople we told looked at us like we'd lost our minds. Can't say as I blame them; if someone came running up to me saying what we said to them, I'd think he was crazy, too.
Why me, Lord? Why on earth or in heaven have you called me to do this? Don't you think I know what people are saying about me? I'm not deaf you know.
My sweet young friend had an excrutiatingly trying year. And now she was being forced to leave a job she loved and had devoted so much to.
I was looking for the perfect gift for her. A gift to convey at least a portion of my admiration of her.
What do you value most, Dear Reader? If all else was threatened to be stripped from you, what would you fight for the hardest?
I thought I treasured my children and grandchildren more than all else. And then a place a little deeper was carved out with love for them.
It's true confessions time, Dear Reader. Who's got a mug, or a plaque, or a tote with Jeremiah 29: 11 on it?
It's almost a badge of Christendom, isn't it?
In the midst of warnings about capitivity and enslavement, Jeremiah drops this jewel that we've memorize, claim, and love.
I planted a few flower bulbs this spring. As I hoed the soil, I found a few old, dried up bulbs that never bloomed. Still I hoed, pulled weeds, dropped in new bulbs...
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