Someday my life will be no more And I wonder Will anyone knock at my door To mourn my passing?
This is the last full day of a week-long vacation hubby and I had down here at Emerald Isle. It’s been restful, for sure. We’ve only gone out to eat once, and the rest of the time we’ve just lain around reading, snacking, playing with the puppy (well, hubby played with the puppy), and watching
It was wonderful while it lasted. Three years ago, when our daughter moved into her own home with the boys, I wasn’t sure I’d make it. I missed them, and I worried about them. Over time, though, we got used to them being gone. It was right that Jenni and the boys should be in
For several years, I begged three or four of the young men in our church youth group to go to camp with us. Their excuses were creative and varied, but bottom line was, they didn’t think camp was “for” them. Now, these are good kids, every one. They have grown up in church, attend a
I don’t imagine that my life is any busier than yours. Probably, we all manage to fill our lives with more activity than we need or want. A couple of months ago, I went 11 straight days with scheduled activities every night after work. I was not in my home any of those evenings for