I was sharing this with a friend of mine recently, and it occurred to me it would be good to share it with the readers of my blog. Several years ago I stopped making New Year’s Resolutions. It had seemed that they were the same nearly every year, and every year,

Yes, we have made it through February and are turning that corner to spring!

As one would expect, I did some reading this past month—one rotator cuff surgery, a biopsy, and two lumpectomies give one time to read and reflect. And, of course, I must share something I read with you!

Ahhh… February. Amazing. Surprising. Wintery February! I bet there isn’t a person reading this who has yearningly longed for February. Unless I have readers in the southern hemisphere! (Which the dark depression of winter chides me for even thinking!)

Happiness vs. Joy

“Happy New Year”. That’s the saying. Everyone is going to be bringing in the new year whether or not he is ready. Time marches on. What would happen if, instead of bringing in the New Year, we blessed it in? Do we really want a happy new year when we can have a year filled with joy?

One hardly needs to say this, but kids get really excited about Christmas. Why am I saying something that hardly needs to be said? Probably because

My sisters and I used to get together once in a while and when we were talking, if we couldn’t think of a word, we would just say, “Word-word…” and continue talking. Since we no longer get together—all living in different states, all (except one) older and less likely to get around much, and all trying to stay safe from the plague, that means that most of our conversations are phone conversations.

Hey, there, guess what! It’s September! I don’t know about the rest of you, but I still get that little tingle of excitement when I turn the calendar to September, just remembering all the years of excitement and anticipation at the beginning of a new school year! Yeah, I know, and yes, I am a little old for that, but some things don’t change.

I just had to share a few “out of the mouths of babes” stories, and hope you will bear with me. After all, I am old and should be allowed to ramble from time to time!

Living the Charmed Life

Twenty-one years ago we brought (through the ministry we were running) several children over to the States from Sierra Leone, West Africa. Two of the young ladies became our daughters. At that time I was writing a monthly column called “On the Home Front”. I ran across this piece and decided to use it this month (with a few changes). At the time of the original piece our ladies had been with us for a little over a year. Now they have children of their own and they are all precious, living the charmed life. Here is what I wrote:

Home. One of my favorite places to be. Recently I ran across an old column I wrote. With a few changes, I’d like to share it with you.