Three ordinary Christian women, living their lives in usual ways. Married with children. Two of them with teen-aged children, one with grown married children and ten grandchildren. Seemingly out of nowhere each w...
Three ordinary Christian women, living their lives in usual ways. Married with children. Two of them with teen-aged children, one with grown married children and ten grandchildren. Seemingly out of nowhere each w...
Four years into retirement—and I have to say that retirement is not what I expected. Covid-19 struck before the first year ended. The part of Virginia I live in wasn’t much affected, and by summer 202...
I always appreciate Jordan Smith’s willingness to write a column for our readers. You may remember that I first met Jordan when she was a Freshman at Liberty University pursuing studies in journalism. T...
My six-year-old grandson was running excitedly through his backyard, shouting, not in an alarming voice but as though he wanted everyone to hear and know the most happy and joyous news ever.
I have changed my random thoughts several times since I started writing this blog. I’m doing it once again, and I hope for the last time. I woke up this morning with a strong impression that I needed to cha...
When Love Dies
During the hors d'oeuvre hour at the recent wedding of my grandson, I noticed a picture of my late husband&mdas...