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  • 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

  • Call me Loquacious

    We were in Texas with my Uncle Robert, my mom’s eldest brother. His voice, warm and gravely, a voice I always equated to being home. A Dr. Pepper and coffee drinker. His dining room contained multiple televisions, turned on to… Continue reading

  • The Treasure

    Many years ago, 14 to be exact, I experienced a heartbreak. My world shifted and what I thought was to be, wasn’t. Now I can look back and be grateful for the change in direction, but at the time I… 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

  • I Hear Voices

    Baseball season has arrived. Breezy, beautiful nights. Hot dogs. The sound of a bat hitting a baseball. Kids on the field playing in dirt… (We’re still in that stage.) I watched my boys walk to the home plate, bat in… 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