I’d worked hard to pursue publishing, but God was requiring more. Mom needed to move in with me because she was no longer able to live alone. I was overwhelmed, discouraged, and stressed, but God said to stop chasing my dream to publish picture books and devotionals...
The little yellow flower, picked by my grandgirl Jo, looked lovely in my vintage snuff glass. It fits perfectly. Jo had proudly handed me what she picked hoping I would enjoy her thoughtfulness. Her purpose for picking was validated by my response. I understood. God...
Even though I grew up in a poor household, I don’t know much about hunger. Most times, our cupboards and refrigerator were sparsely supplied. Staple items even disappeared when finances were less than adequate. Yet, my father always managed to supply something for us...
We picked our Peaches and Cream corn and started shucking. The corn was ripe for harvesting but we weren’t the only ones ready for this garden goodness. We found a few fat earworms nibbling on the tips of the corn and little black flea beetles were starting to invade....
My brother recently brought my mom some Georgia peaches that weren’t so sweet, so she refused to eat them. If they’d been sweet, she would’ve eaten them all, because it is her favorite fruit. A sweet Georgia peach on an August day evokes yummy goodness for most...
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