There’s God in Them Thar Hills!

There’s God in Them Thar Hills!

If you look closely—as in turn the photo upside down and squint for ten minutes—you might detect what it took us eighteen laps to spot: a hill. And of course, the moment we laid eyes on it on our fifth day of walking, we felt it. Immediately. Our thighs started to...
Busy Bees

Busy Bees

If we’re connected on Instagram, you might have seen the video of a bee I posted last week. Hubby and I had moved our inside life to the outside, and I called myself working. Really, I was just holding my laptop because my mind was on everything but work. Distracted...
Bringing Up Baby

Bringing Up Baby

When Songbird came along, Crusader didn’t suddenly start wearing suits and cooking his own breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Nope. He kept doing his baby thing, becoming what my Grandma Vi used to call my “knee baby,” basically moving from my arms to my lap so I could...
Spotting God

Spotting God

Maven’s gymnastics coach taught her about the power of spotting. By training her eyes on a specific point as she rotated, she’d maintain her balance. Great advice. Lately, I’ve been taking my eyes off my focal point. When I see all these messages and images about A...
Bound by Grace

Bound by Grace

I don’t know the story behind this tree. All I know is that it has grown with these links embedded in it. Would it have been taller, fuller, stronger without it? Did the chain start out as a helpful boundary that will ultimately kill it? Did some long-ago little...
Flit, Flutter, or Fly

Flit, Flutter, or Fly

Fret much? I do. I’ve been more a hummingbird than a Robin since I signed my publishing contract, hovering over everything I must do and haven’t done, beating my wings frantically but not moving outside my figure-eight path: Little people. Edits. New synopsis. Hubby....

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