This is what’s saving my life this month

It sounds dire and like the most serious thing there is when you say ‘this is what’s saving my life’. Yes, perhaps it’s a little dramatic. But then again, maybe these things are  saving us more than realize. If this is your first time to my blog, know that the only one who can literally save my life is Jesus. He saves me. Every. Day. There are a few things that...

Learning to live after all these years

  I don’t abide well. We moved. A lot. And when you move, you don’t rest, you don’t settle. Roots can’t dig in, and growth stunts when we don’t remain. It took me many years to realize some of the effects of this wandering. Making friends doesn’t come easy. Once you realize the pattern of moving, you’ll spend six months in this state and then six months in another, you...

Young love

It is young love. Not young of age but young of new where the two are still enamored with each new place, new event, something special to share between them. He wants to take her to this restaurant where the fish taco’s are great and she really needs to go on the boat, to enjoy the leisurely ride down the intracoastal, this part of Florida is new to her. She...

Story (5-minute Friday)

Story, as in my story. A story to be lived, to be shared, to be redeemed. A story that tells of hope, of beauty, of a life that is continually being found by the Savior of Fools. My story spills out here, on this little space I call Graceland because it is that. It is all grace as this story continues from day-to-day and I am living in graceland, always....

The Wedding

When it comes to our children, grown and all, I’m slow at revealing much of their lives. Even joyous ones like a wedding. However, I have no issues with showing pictures of the grand-daughter any time! 😀 I share so much of my heartaches and fears with you how can I not share the joys? First, a humble thank you to those who prayed for our travels and prayed for...

Donna

We grew up together. Not as children but as young women, young mothers. I had my baby first and she came over for visits, still waiting on her baby. She wasn’t a talker and it felt hard at first. The silences making me uncomfortable. She wanted children, had always wanted children but it wasn’t time for them yet. The years went on, I had my second and she was the...