This is my son, Larry. Technically, he’s my son-in-law, but we’ve called him our son from the get-go. It is a term of endearment. He called ...

It’s Sunday morning. My first thoughts are of misdeeds I did long, long ago. "WHAT? Lord, why am I thinking those thoughts? I know ...

I’m revving my engine, mentally and physically, as I type this blog today. A lot has been on my plate for the last few days and even more th...

A little more than three weeks ago, my grandson’s car was stolen from a Dallas downtown parking garage. It wasn’t the car being stolen that...

I’m wide awake at 2:00 am. I determine it’s a gentle call from my Father. He is wanting my undivided attention. It’s the perfect time for us...

It’s not often that I would post someone else’s words verbatim, but when I heard these (on audiobook), I knew I had to share them with those...

That’s the title of an old (1898) country song that I remember hearing my mama sing about her mama. And, that’s the song I sing about my ma...

Yesterday I received an email asking me to be a "welcomer" at a 3-day Mission at my church this week. I'll admit I had though...

I was a “single” teenager (age 17), but in one “I now pronounce you husband and wife” moment, I was a married woman. I was a happily marri...