Restricted Vision, Unburdened Sight
Sometimes the things you can't see help you see more clearly!
There were several times during that hot July day when I thought I was going to have to tell the girls, “I cannot go any farther.” I was hurting too badly. But strangely, each time I reached that point, something happened that made us stop. We needed to check the time on something. We needed … Continue reading Looking at the Map Wasn’t the Reason I Had to Sit Down
I checked off a bucket list item! This is one I have probably dreamed about since I was six years old. Without mentioning any specific names, it was a large animal-themed park in a centrally located, sunny southern location—one that focuses on conservation, the ocean and aquatic life. I have seen it portrayed on TV … Continue reading Looking for That Centrally Located, Light-Filled Location
I had resigned myself to airport prison over the Junebug knife, but before any of that happened, we encountered Tiffany. Who was Tiffany? She was the kind of person that made being wheeled through a busy airport by a stranger feel like a walk through the neighborhood with a friend. Traveling through an airport when … Continue reading Where Kindness Comes Into View
My last connection to Junebug was recently snatched from my hands…or should I say, from my purse. It had been lost and found several times over the past 47 years. This time, though, it was lost because I wasn’t diligent in my preparation. Back in 1979, my first car was a 1977 AMC Gremlin that … Continue reading The Junebug Knife — Forever Out of Sight
I sat in that 1960s aluminum kitchen dinette chair, faking bravery. My ears were about to be pierced! I was certain it was going to hurt, but I completely trusted the one holding the needle. Yes! Holding the needle! I wasn’t the first to sit in that chair. By the time it was my turn, … Continue reading Looking Back at That Kitchen Chair
A forbidden pleasure as a child was playing in the creek. The forbidden part—my mom was afraid for us to be around the creek because she was afraid of water. Her rule of thumb was simple: stay away from the creek—period. She knew that creeks could be soothing and calm, but they could also become … Continue reading Watch the Raging Waters
On the dark side of the kitchen, I opened an upper cabinet door. Rummaging around, I must have caused something to shift from the very top shelf. A fairly sizable container came crashing down and cracked me on the brow bone—just missing my eye! Oh, did I fail to mention that the “dark side of … Continue reading Don’t Stand in the Dark
I visited my cousin’s church this past Sunday. I knew it was a satellite campus, so when it was time for the sermon, I was pleased to see the pastor walk up to the podium. I enjoyed the message and his perspective on the prodigal son from Luke 15:11–32. He shared how, when the younger … Continue reading Keep Looking for the Prodigal
Easter is fast approaching. It can be a heartfelt time of remembrance, even for children. My first real Easter memories as a child most likely involved frilly dresses, Easter baskets, or candy — not anxious thoughts about how Jesus was treated during His final week on this earth. A few years ago, a pastor friend … Continue reading Sometimes Truth Comes From the Sweetest Hearts
I wasn’t anxious yesterday. But I could feel anxiety sitting around me. I had a visit with my retina specialist. It would have been the day before, but he was in surgery all day. Because it was a work-in visit, I waited over two hours. It is interesting to sit in a waiting room and … Continue reading See Where We Should Depend on God
Restricted Vision, Unburdened Sight 