So far as I know, nothing special is going on today. The temperature is cold but we have escaped the dangerous weather that much of the nation is experiencing. If the Lord wills, I plan to exercise, get a hair trim, do some baking, clean the house a bit. Gratitude for my many blessings may […]
Nov 24, 2013
Hogging the Schoolhouse
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The thermometer tells me it’s twenty degrees this morning and Lights of the Ozarks are on at the Fayetteville town square so really and truly, if Christmas is just around the corner, I might as well face it. Winter is here! We have snow in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow. The children, at least, […]
Nov 23, 2013
A Mish Mash of Morning Meanderings
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Let me tell you, this morning is going to be a little of this and a little of that. Writers are told that our stories should “hang together”. We should stick to the subject and write about what we know. I’m writing about what I know this morning but I can’t stick with the subject […]
Nov 22, 2013
An Indelible Picture
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I remember so clearly how, where, and when I heard the news. If you are anywhere near my age, you remember too. I was doing my student teaching, as we called it in those days (now it is called internship) in the second grade room of Mrs. Masters at Sequoyah Elementary in Tahlequah. In fact, […]
Nov 20, 2013
It Was a Wet November Morning
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The sun still hasn’t managed to tip the treetops. Somewhere in the east, it is slowly making its way to the horizon but it isn’t there yet. And, although the weatherman says rain won’t move in ’til tonight, something wet is falling from the sky. It isn’t snow, sleet, hail, or oobleck. By the way, […]
Nov 19, 2013
Family
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My friend Norma is rejoicing this morning. Her son Steve called. He and his family are safe. Right after the typhoon in the Philippines, I asked you to pray for Steve’s safety. Thank you for those prayers. This morning I am thinking about family and blessings and God’s goodness. I remember, years ago, asking my […]
