A week ago Sunday, torrential rains poured in Middle Tennessee reminiscent of the area’s May 2010 floods. Areas that had been thirsty for water—even though we had received a recent healthy rain just a…
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Has this ever been you? You wake up early, peel back the covers, and sliding your feet into warm slippers, you put on your most comfortable robe. Grabbing that perfect cup of hot coffee…
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Recently, in the wee hours one morning, I reached an impasse. While the rest of the world was asleep, my mind began to wrestle and churn with something I had been dealing with for…
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Bob, a friend of Jerry’s, went to be with the Lord a few years ago. When Jerry and Bob first met at a conference where Bob was speaking, Bob, in his forties, was only…
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One day last week, while Jerry and I were sitting on our front porch in the chill of the early morning, the wind began to blow. Gentle, yet at the same time strangely strong,…
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Over a matter of days, the entire landscape of our nation has changed. From doing pretty much anything we wanted day or night, we have suddenly put our lives on hold in the quietness…
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Have you ever found yourself living in the feet of Cinderella’s stepsisters? You know their story. Big feet. Tiny glass slipper. Desperate to make the shoe fit but knowing deep down it never will. …
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Well, it has begun. The construction of the new elementary school—the one I thought that could cast a huge shadow on my husband, Jerry’s, and my hopes—is now rumbling forward in full tilt. Daily…
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We have chickens. Or should I say, chicken. We have one remaining, lone ranger survivor, Phyllis. No longer laying eggs—at least, none that we know of—Phyllis, has become the lady of the manor, tugging…
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The other day as my husband, Jerry, and I were driving down the gravel driveway that links our “Little House Nestled in the Big Woods” with the rest of the world, we came upon…