People would come in and sit on my leather seats while trying to bring some cheer to my friend, but to no avail.
Vern has refused to eat. His belly has shrunken and he is lethargic. Instead of jumping up to take a walk, he chooses to lie on the sofa or in my husband’s lap. I am tempted to worry about him. And because of this worry, Vern’s dish has been placed in front of him moreContinue reading “Choosing Jesus over Worry”
Our first instinct is to label objects or people with a given purpose.
Vern and Bee share a peace that comes from being where they’re needed.
I wrote Empty Hands for women who want to dig beyond the surface of life and uncover the spiritual treasures just waiting to be discovered.
How often do we believe that a person we know will not change?
Pause and meditate on the delicate nature of its design and the incredible attributes of its creator.
Who was Joe to me? An independent soul that only wanted to live each day his way A man that appreciated the little gestures of others A fixer of things and an eagerness to share his talents with neighbors A gentleman with a sweet smile and a kind gesture towards others An artist who skippedContinue reading “Who Joe Was To Me”
Bee had had enough. She just didn’t think it was fair. Vern was always being chosen to ride in the big black truck, with the windows down, his ears flapping in the wind. And she was left alone behind the screened porch with no one to play with. Time and time again, the little whiteContinue reading “The Power of Forgiveness”
Come along and snuggle up to magic with a pen and paper.