This I Know

For years I planned and led youth programs. From scouts to high schoolers, bible study, church history, crafts, games, music, camps I was immersed in youth work. I attended the best youth conferences led by Youth Specialties. The opening session included some of the same information and ice breaker stuff year after year but always an opening a bit different too. Out of all the years I attended the only...

Vision Check

We don’t have to change what we see. Only the way we see.” – Ann Voskamp The memory stays with me. It was third grade. Alexandria, Louisiana. My class was having the vision test. I failed. I cried. It was the first test I had failed. From that time on I’ve had to wear corrective lenses. Glasses in elementary school ask for the boys to call you names. And they did. Though not until...

Potpourri

No, this isn’t a scratch and sniff blog post. Not that kind of potpourri. Rather, it’s a collection of things not linked. That kind of potpourri. First, the sweet fragrance. Today, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise (a nod to my granny), I’ll be meeting a blogger friend. She’s not on WordPress so I’m not sure how I found her blog but so very glad I did. She writes...

Simple Prayer

The song, written by a friend years ago, its tune rolling around in my head. The words mixed up, remembering some and drawing a blank on others, much like mama’s word salad. I remember singing it, the small ensemble of voices at church. It’s title self-descriptive: Simple Prayer. “This is a simple prayer, from the depths of my heart, Lord teach me to be kind…….(humming) teach me to honest about...

Salvation Army Family Tree

The Salvation Army is a small world as evidenced by how many people are related. It’s commonly said, be careful what you say as everyone is related. So true. I’ve had as many as 10 relatives as active Salvation Army officers at one time. Some people boast of being 5th generation Salvationist. Our children were 4th generation on my side. All of this means little more than it’s not unusual...

The Boss of Me

Our granddaughter has been with us this week for her spring break which didn’t coincide with her mommy’s spring break. Lucky for us! She reminds me how much I’ve forgotten. Forgotten how a little 4-year old can be the boss of me. She reminds me how I need to slow down and play. I’m not so good with pretend play but I pull out the glue, paint, sing Twist and...

Sometimes I Listen

Putting another load of laundry in Anna’s words are still in my mind. She was updating me on her trip to Poland to see her 96-year old grandmother. “The hardest was loosing my brother. I told you about that, right?” she says. “No. No, just your other brother you’ve spoken of.” I answer. Her stories mingle together, the gloomy gray cast on her trip to Poland and the tragic loss...

My Favorite Child

Maybe it was before the time of recliners or maybe we couldn’t afford one but I remember daddy laying on the floor, prone position hugging a pillow as he watched t.v. The Smothers Brothers was one of his favorites and how daddy would laugh at their “Mom liked you best” routine. As grown-ups I remember saying something to my brother about being daddy’s favorite as I am his only girl...