I love to decorate with pumpkins, especially the bumpy, squatty, odd-looking ones. I never carve them because I'don't' care to and because I'm not a big fan of the plain old orange ones, but this year I found a way to make a Thanksgiving pumpkin that I like. All you need is a pumpkin, a . . .
When we got married, we thought we knew what we were doing. Boy, were we wrong! Bobby and I have had to switch gears more times than a guy driving a stick through the Rockies. We married after two years of college at the ripe old ages of nineteen and twenty. Bobby had always wanted to be a church . . .
Chances are you know someone who has a food allergy or intolerance. To me, the scariest of them all is nut allergies. One of our daughters has a nut allergy which she came down with as an adult; thankfully, it’s not to an extreme degree, but she carries an Epi-Pen for just in case. But I digress. . . .
Probably thirty years ago, I went to a funeral for a friend’s mother; we weren’t close friends, just church friends and she was twenty years older, so my being there wasn’t expected. I still remember how surprised and pleased my friend was to see me there. Fast forward to about five years ago. . . .
Hearing your child pray is one of the sweetest sounds ever because it's a reflection of their relationship with the Lord. But praying doesn’t come naturally, so we need to help our children if we want them to have a closer, more personal connection with God throughout their lives. In case you’re . . .
Back to school brings out a lot of “how to make the school year a good one” lists, and this is mine. We have three kids who went through school, and their experiences ran the gamut. As a parent, I’ve lived through many highs and a few lows, and as a former teacher, I can say the same . . .
We all know actions speak louder than words. It's easier to talk about what's wrong with the world than it is to do something about it. I think that's because we think in terms of big things, "significant" things that we can't do on our own. We forget that small things matter, but they do. Here's a . . .
I should have an empty nest by now, but I don’t. Fourteen years ago, we had one child left at home when Daddy died, and Mama had to make the decision of where she would live. She could have stayed in her house. She was seventy-six and in perfect health, so living on her own was certainly . . .