callmeloquacious

faith

  • When What If becomes What Is

    … and what if it doesn’t. As my friend and Pastor once told me, grief and sorrow are like the waves on a beach. There are times when the water is gentle. You can walk alongside the water and not… Continue reading

  • The Things We Carry

    For most of my life I never felt like I had great testimony. If you aren’t familiar with the lingo, it’s your personal “come to Jesus” moment. I grew up in church. I didn’t have a “I was going down… Continue reading

  • A Bitter Seed

    In Indiana, I was the proud owner of a home built in 1900. (Maybe I should say co-owner with the bank!) I loved my house, the nooks and crannies. But then… there was the yard. For those of you that… Continue reading

  • The Message in the Mess

    I cannot be credited with this phrase. Quite frankly, it came from a baking show. But, when I heard it, it immediately reminded me of my current week. I have not been feeling my best and everything feels like a… Continue reading

  • The Breaking or Breaking Through

    Honey for many years was a bus driver, in addition to pastoring. 2023 we had snow early on. While in Indiana, it would take a significant amount to make a difference, only a few inches in Arkansas can cause the… Continue reading

  • The Silence

    March 3rd, two weeks ago today, is what I call my (8th) “Holyfield” anniversary. Honey asked me that morning if I was okay. And he’s asked me days since. I answered, “yes,” because, yes, I was okay. And, yes, I… Continue reading

  • The Bag Lady

    I love accessories. Specifically, I love bags. Bags, purses, backpacks. Never can have enough. Okay, over the years, I have pared down on my bag buying and bag hoarding. But still, I love a walk through that department at the… Continue reading

  • One Tired Mama

    This was originally posted when Hunter was almost 8 weeks old. Of course, things have changed since then, but there are a host of things that have not! Although I’ve always understood and known it to be true, the reality… Continue reading

  • The Heartbreak

    It was the summer after I turned six. My dad was offered a job transfer, and he accepted. My family made the long trip from Texas to Northern Indiana. It was then that we met the Holyfields. It is interesting… Continue reading

  • Beginning Again

    We just returned from a family vacation. Our vehicle stinks. Literally smells. That will happen after four boys all come down with some type of stomach sickness while on the road. “These are the Good ole Days,” is posted on… Continue reading