I think I've written 20-eleven awesome blog entries but they usually get recorded in my questionable memory (long term loss of short term memory is one byproduct of growing up in the 70's) Not this time. I'm alone - a condition that seems to help my creative juices.


So....no offense. Really. I mean it. Many of you will check out when you read a little further but I honestly and sincerely think, if you read through, you'll find no offense.


We have the...

The elderly minister took a seat and continued speaking to his congregation. We all knew he hadn't been well but he appeared strong. He was speaking about reacting to hardship. We were listening intently.

Pausing, he pointed to a cup sitting on the podium and asked the young choir director to hand him the water. Scrambling to comply, Jamie hurried over, balancing the full cup of water. As he handed it over, the pastor grabbed Jamie's arm and shook. Poor Jamie was mortified...and...

I know this sounds crazy, even to Bible-believers out there, but God helps me every morning.... in fastening my necklace.

I almost feel guilty that I wake up, drink my hot beverage of choice (tea) and get ready for work, never giving God so much as a good morning. Not until I struggle with the clasp on my necklace. That's when he and I get together as a team.

So I only think of him when I need him? Not exactly. If I'm bored driving it occurs to me to pray and then I start...

That’s an expression, isn’t it? “On a shoestring”. What does that make you think of? A shoestring budget? Doing great things with very little. Seems small and insignificant but it really speaks of accomplishment.

Shoestrings are tricky little things. Not at all significant. But greatly overlooked. Until you trip on one. Then what happens? You fall? What if you’re on the stairs? You could break your neck!

My son hated shoestrings. He always wanted Velcro...

I was humming along, sorting through winter clothes in the basement when I heard the family cat talking. The tone of voice was one I hadn't heard since his lizard-hunting days in Hawaii. When I located him he was behind a box looking up. (that's never good) I looked up, too. A snake was hanging down the wall and backing away from the verbal threats assaulting him from below.

That's the one and only time I saw that snake. It wasn't a poisonous snake but...does that matter to real snake...