I thought it would stop. All the negativity. It hasn't. The name calling; by the very people who wish to not be called names. I don't, and can't understand the mentality. We are more than this. My parents taught me, "If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it at all." That practice seems to be only pertinent when your candidate wins office. I long for unity. I long for no name calling; on either side. I long for there not to be sides. Differences. Yes. They challenge us; teach us. But no sides. We can learn from each other. No matter how different. There is ... View Post
You Can Go – You Can Even Go, by Staying
It's raining. It's lightening. Folks are huddled under sheets of tin. Already bashed from the effects of Hurricane Matthew; they are weary. What can you do? I sense it in my farmers voice. I read between the lines in his texts. There's so much devastation. People are on the side of the road hollering for food. Trucks are being stopped and raided to take the food. There are road blocks. A broken people, in a broken nation; hurting. And even going seems like it's not enough. Why do the battered and broken keep receiving the blows? What should our response be? My farmer and ... View Post
Living Life
A busy day. Nothing new; except the feeling. All day. Something. Not right. The Cast Party. Families. Dancers. Food. Decorating. Arabian Nights. Alladin. So much to do. Purposefully stepping one foot in front of the other. Work. Grief. Talk truth. Verse after verse. To my weary heart. Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: "I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness. It ... View Post
Encouragement on This Holiest of Nights
On the Holiest night of the year, I was given a gift. The child within moved. In the hospital room at 11:48 on Christmas Eve 2002, a child was brought forth. Christiana Shirley Davis. A little over a year after her namesake met Jesus. A Grammie she would never know. Yet, as she grew she would tell us she knew her. And I wonder if deep down her soul did know her? That before the Lord of the Universe sent her to us, Grammie Shirley didn't reach down and kiss that sweet angelic face and whisper words of encouragement. Because ... View Post
Finding the Rock in the Swirling, Chaos Day #23 of Thankfulness
My life flows on in endless song;above earth’s lamentation,I catch the sweet, though far-off hymnthat hails a new creation. It is Thanksgiving Sunday. The choir sings a long loved Hymn. Through all the tumult and the strife,I hear that music ringing.It finds an echo in my soul.How can I keep from singing? The words piercing. Encouraging. What though my joys and comforts die?I know my Savior liveth.What though the darkness gather round?Songs in the night he giveth. A melody I have hummed repeatedly over the years. No storm can ... View Post
The “Folgers in your cup” Moment, Gone Terribly Wrong Day #22 of Thankfulness
I envisioned a "Folgers in your cup", kind of welcome home. The college girl is home. The kind of nice, clean house, bread baking; welcome home. A Saturday full of fun activities. I tried. I planned. Yet what we got was not what we had planned. Is it ever? Do we really have things go the way we wanted? I watched as my son wailed as he brought his injured puppy home. Something inside me snapped. When you see your children experience raw grief it does something to you. I have ... View Post
