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...
Devotions
Hungry
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...
Garden Goodness
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....
Sweet and Powerful
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...
Give Your Talents
My friend Marilyn Hammond has consistently made me and Mom cards. She has also crocheted lovely cross bookmarks and sent timely messages. Her talent for crafting is a tool used for the sake of others. In the book of Matthew chapter twenty-five, Jesus speaks a parable...
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