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A Simple Wooden Path
It was a simple wooden path built over the rough terrain. There was something about it that spoke to me that day, as I walked with my sister-in-law through the bird sanctuary on Dauphin Island. The day was cold and cloudy, but we trudged around looking for birds and other interesting things for me to capture with my camera. Only part of the trail was bridged over to make the path easier to navigate. It stood out starkly from the rest of the natural path, but it certainly made our hike go a little faster and a lot easier than walking across the uneven ground. Rustic beauty…and so I captured the memory through the view of my camera. Paths are mentioned often in Scripture, and…
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New Beginnings and a Free Calendar!
Today at my church (New Life Assembly in Spanish Fort, Alabama), Pastor Smith preached on new beginnings. Boy, do I need a new beginning! The last few years have been difficult, but even more so over the past four months as family issues have taken hostage my almost every waking thought (and sometimes the not-so-awake ones as well). His verses came from Isaiah 43 and for me, personally, it was very timely. After grabbing a bite to eat for lunch, I settled down to design a calendar for my desk at work. Originally my plan was to include photos of Zoe, but as my thoughts drifted back to the morning’s sermon I decided to do some word art so that–for the entire month of January–I’ll have…
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Remembering Allan
I woke up around 5 AM this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. My thoughts wandered to the day ahead, knowing that it marks the one-year anniversary of Allan’s homegoing. I rolled over and tried to make myself return to sleep and in the hour or so I had remaining before my alarm went off I dreamed of my husband. Since his exit from this world, I’ve only had a handful of dreams about him, most of which I didn’t remember after waking. But this morning the dream was very real and when I woke up in tears I was able to remember most of the dream. I’ll recount part of it here, but only those who know and understand the culture of Teen…
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A Tribute to My Jessie
My heart hurts today. I’ve shed more tears than I have in awhile and as every memory sweeps over me the tears just flood again. Saying goodby to my Jessie girl was more difficult than I could have imagined. She’s been with me since she was four months old. She would have been eight years old this coming January, but her medical issues have continued to climb and finally reached a point where I couldn’t care for her. Between the seizures, all the medications, and even her blindness, she has been faithful to hold her own. When the blood test on her medications came back this past Saturday showing her in toxic levels and at risk for liver failure, I had to seriously consider…