I sign my name at the bottom of every letter I write. But it still feels a bit strange to put it at the top of the letterhead, as well. I don’t know the color of your house. But I recognize your smile in the comment box. I might not be able to recall your…
I left a webinar today that was filled almost to capacity. The beginning didn’t grab me, but I waited and listened. I had learned a lot in another webinar of similar format, so I wanted to give this a chance. Common blogging pitfalls, converting readers to subscribers, not having to create too much content—these topics…
To write is to risk. To put heart to paper in black and white, even if it’s hidden in a private journal, is to be vulnerable. To sign one’s name and click publish, without hiding behind a brand or a logo, is to bare one’s soul. To know you were made a writer, but that…
I’m not sure if it’s because God’s creation speaks so much of Him, or if it’s that the only time my mind and heart are quiet is when I’m out of doors, but my herb garden always has a life lesson for me. Last week, with the scent of rain fresh in the air, I…
Dear Daddy, I never thought I’d marry a man like my daddy. We were too much alike, you and me. Clashing more often because of our similarities than because of anything other than just me being an emotional teenage girl. But every year that passes, I see more and more resemblance between you and the…
The buttercups grew alongside it The cows’ hooves had beaten down the grass so long it had given up growing in the path. Creatures of habit, always taking the same exact steps each time. I grew up wandering the cow paths on my Papa’s ranch. I spent hours reading the stories that were written as…
Father, forgive me. Too often, my expectations focus only on the negative. I fear, I doubt, I dread. And I pray. But are my pleas against the things I fear or for the things I know You can do? I know how much my thoughts guide my attitude. So shouldn’t I be watching with eager…
I listened to it as I fell asleep last night. And each time I woke up, it was still coming down. The gentle thud of each drop on the rooftop was music to my ears, lulling the little ones to sleep, helping my farmer hubby rest a bit more easily. The girls had cried on…
When I look at my son, I see his daddy. When I see my son’s smile, it’s my brothers all over again. When I look at my husband’s profile, I see the profile of his dad and his grandfather. When my husband smiles, it’s his grandpa’s military picture smiling back at me. When I look…
Does true contentment as a blogger mean we don’t try to grow? Absolutely not! As Christian bloggers, growth should definitely be one of our goals, though how we pursue that goal will look different for each of us. Some prefer to let growth happen naturally as God leads people to their blog. And there’s nothing wrong with…
We like Hermie and Wormie at our house. Can’t help it. They are just too cute. And their caterpillar characters have so much wisdom to share! The latest Hermie book I got to review was no exception. Hermie runs smack-dab into a problem—his friend Antonio the Ant is stuck under a rock—and goes to find…
Dearest, Did you know what you were getting into, my love, when you married a writer? Did you know it would mean oft coming home to dishes only half finished because inspiration struck in the midst of the soap suds? Did you know how often I’d nearly burn your dinner—or forget to get it started…
The End.
The End.
