I love music! Beach Boy, bossa nova, bluegrass, Boston Pops. What's not to love about music. And I love the way music can express my feelings and thoughts.
I did everything they demanded, Still there was no release. Now, they had raised the ransom. My brain was blazing with frustration. My heart was racing toward panic. Time was crucial.
I was being held hostage, and time had become my enemy.
Having an elementary classroom across the hall from the music room can be a mixed blessing. Thankfully, our school is blessed with an extraordinary music teacher.
This spring I heard a pastor expound on the reason for Jesus’s crucifixion in a Palm Sunday worship service. He talked about the political unrest in and around Galilee at the time.
Well, maybe it wasn't exactly a mountain, but it sure wouldn't have moved without Jesus helping out.
Getting ready for our Friends and Family Tea includes lots of cleaning and furniture moving. This year I thought it would be a good idea to move the round oak dining table from the enclosed porch to the dining room for beverages.
Dear Reader...Dear Friend, how good you are! How generous and gracious!
Since sharing that my job had been eliminated for the upcoming school year, you have blessed me more than you can imagine with your gifts of compassion and encouragement. They have calmed and soothed my soul.
I've been doing this for a while now. Like thirty years, more or less. I'm not sure if, or when, my role in the big scheme of things changed.
Michael Hyatt writes about three typical roles: struggler, sherpa, and sage. Do you know what your role is, in the workplace, extended family, etc?
I wouldn't call her psychic. And she probably never heard the term, "precognition". Nevertheless, sometimes she seemed to know something was about to happen.
You'd think I'd learn. I've been at this for decades; talk about a slower learner!
But, here I am, with three months still left of school, and I can't find my desk.
There's always something new to learn at my diverse little Catholic school. Just prior to Ash Wednesday, I learned about King Cake, thanks to one of our cafeteria ladies who hails from Louisiana.
The tradition of baking a tiny baby Jesus inside is intriguing, some might call it charming. What blew me away is that King Cake has fallen victim to lawsuits.
Hi, my name is Alice. A Way with Words is about sharing faith,
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