“If you are a regular reader here, you might have noticed that my normally regular posting has been. . . Spotty.
Life has a way of running away with you. Or piling on more and more until you have to yell. “Uncle!” (I’ve never understood where that exclamation comes from. Anyone know?)” Read more. . .
There is one day a year I claim as my own.
My Birthday.
And Dear Husband, you’re doing it wrong. . . Read more. . .
I may not jump out of airplanes or repel off cliffs. But my life is filled with adrenaline packed moments and I don’t see that ending anytime soon. So I’ll take my facing down Moose and Bears and leave the skydiving to my Husband. Read more. . .
“I had so much frustration over gifts. It was never that I wanted something big, flashy or expensive. But I didn’t want to have to spell out things I wanted and needed. To me, that ruined the whole purpose of the gift. I wanted someone to see me and innately know those things I wanted and desired. The problem is that most people aren’t mind readers.” Read more…
Tender mercies of the Lord have been my salvation time and time again. So many times my needs prayed and unprayed for are answered by angels here every day.
