This weekend is my mom’s Creative Memories scrapbooking retreat. It’s the first time in ten years that I haven’t been there. I can see them all clearly, in my mind’s eye. Twenty or thirty ladies, pictures and colored paper and photo album pages spread on every bit of table space, in that retreat center cozily…
I can’t show anyone my beautiful ring without telling the story of how God provided it…When Merritt visited over New Year’s, we talked seriously to my parents about getting married sooner than later. There was no question that we were meant for each other, it was just the timing. And, a big factor in the…
Embrace the gift of time Promising forever Knowing that this moment Might be all we ever find -Tim McGraw, “All We Ever Find” I’ve been giving a week-by-week count-down ’til my wedding ever since we were engaged. Now that we’re in the lower part of the 7’s times table, it’s easier to give a day-by-day….
When I was a little girl, our dear old house was peeling so many colors of paint, you could chip away at it and find a bright rainbow of colors. Then I discovered that pink was one of the colors it had been painted many moons ago, and pleaded with my daddy to once again…
My grandpa farmed for a livin’, Content to live the simpler kind of life. My grandma worked in the kitchen, Awfully proud to be that farmer’s wife. They used to say that they’d got everything that they need, Each mornin’ they wake up: Four walls, three words, two hearts, one love. -Randy Travis, “Four Walls“…
As I write, my man is about to start pouring footings for our new home (as long as the rain stays away long enough that the concrete trucks won’t get stuck in the mud). I can’t wait until he calls this evening, to hear all about how it went. Waiting for the phone to ring…
I just glanced out the window to see a boy I once knew driving past on an old tractor. Was it just in my mind’s eye, or was he really wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt just like my farmer’s Carharrt one? Did I see that same contented little boy look of a man driving a…
If one measure’s one’s accomplishments by the amount you have thrown away, I got a fair amount done today. However, I could hardly get through one box of paper in two hours, while a few weeks ago my cousin and I packed more than a dozen boxes in a matter of hours. The sorting process…
It’s still hard to believe I’m in the midst of planning my wedding. Our wedding! What happiness.All the details are coming together so well. The perfect dress, a free couch, the cutest kitchen table ever, and of course, the dearest groom. I’ve been overwhelmed a few times, but only momentarily. It seems the Lord delights…
Once I was happily content to be As I was, where I was Close to the people who are close to me Here in the home I love Who could see that a man would come Who would change the shape of my dreams Helpless, now, I stand with him Watching older dreams grow dimClosing…
Ten years ago this September, I met a little boy in Yellowstone National Park. Our families became friends. We became friends. Six years ago, he started writing me letters. Last year, he asked my daddy for permission to court me. And on Valentine’s Day, he gave me a ring. That little boy is my man,…
It’s that time of year when I always used to catch a bad case of the “Solitaire Blues.” I wrote the below in 2002. But little did I know I only had one more blue Valentine’s Day–the past two have been colored with sweet cards and phone calls. And this year, I’ve already received several…
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The End.