When Did You Get Old?

My son was travelling through on his way to an Atlanta Braves weekend with his friend. They stopped at our house to spend the night, before resuming their trek. While I was cooking breakfast for them, I stood and watched the birds and my birdfeeder outside my kitchen window. When Josh came down from his room, I was talking to him about the birds and what types I had seen. He got quiet for a moment, and then he asked, “When did you get old?” I suppose it comes as a shock to our kids that we get old. One… Continue reading

Hey dear friends. Hope you have all had a great week. After a LONG week of feeling pretty lousy, I am now on the mend and happy to be so. I have a new project I’m working on. You’ve seen some of it on Facebook. I’m scanning my pictures into my computer. Some of them were getting very faded, so this way if the picture eventually fades completely out, at least I have a digital copy. Some of the pictures make me smile, and some of them leave me feeling a little blue. I guess that’s normal, isn’t it? What… Continue reading

Are My Tonsils Out Yet?

Today, number one grandson Nate had his tonsils and adenoids removed. This is a fairly routine procedure, and all went well. When we got to the tonsil-taking-out place, they took Nate back, put him in a little gown and gave him some 90-proof something or other to “take the edge off.” He told his mama, “I’m tired, and these warm blankets might make me go to sleep, but they aren’t gonna get me with this medicine.” Right. Then they let him choose the stuffed animal of his choice out of their toy barrel. He chose a chinchilla and proceeded to… Continue reading

The 80-Year Rule

Several girls in the youth group have “gifted” themselves with a tattoo upon turning 18. They get them on their shoulders, upper back, or neck. Just this weekend, I saw two new tattoos on my girls. “That looks pretty,” I told one of the girls. “And when you are an old woman, it will be really pretty down around your waist.” We all laugh, but come on, girls, we all know exactly where that tattoo is going to end up, right? Later that day, when I was talking to another youth leader about it, she told me that she has… Continue reading

The Boss

(When Nate was four years old) On the way home from church, my 4-year-old grandson asked, “Grandma, when we get home today, can I help daddy mow?” (Daddy is his granddaddy, my husband). “No,” I told him, “we don’t mow on Sundays.” “Why not?” he asked. “Sunday is our day of rest. God doesn’t want us to mow grass today.” “Why do we have to do what God says?” he wondered. “Because God is the boss,” I told him. Huffily, he replied, “God is not the boss!” I questioned him. “Then who is God?” “God is GOD.” “And then who… Continue reading