Under His Wings ~ A Gentle Moment We drove along a familiar road when Jon asked me if I’d seen the Giant Canada Goose in the ditch. I’d missed her. He knew I wanted to see her and that it would be a blessing to me so, he turned around. When we parked on the side of the road, her…
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Dear Reader, This is a short story I wrote a few years back and returned to this week. I hope you enjoy reading A Place Called Louis as much as I have enjoyed writing and rewriting it. If you like it, I hope you’ll share it with your family and friends. Until Next Time, Joy A Place Called Louisa The…
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Lovely “Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables I went outside with my camera wanting to see and save some loveliness. Walking around, I knew the light was off – sometimes dark and other times bright – no just right. And the breeze was…
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I’m not sure if this autobiography posting is a good idea or not. I believe in the power of written legacies – the stories of our lives we leave behind for others to discover. It’s odd – I’ve told hundreds of people that their stories matter, and they do. Sitting in front of my screen today, I hesitate – does…
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Wildflowers in Winter “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ― Lewis Carroll Today I was homesick for the wildflowers. My weather app said it was 7 degrees…
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An Acre ~ Gentle Moments With God Note: To understand the “but” in this verse, read James 3:14-16. But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere. And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace. James 3:17-18 ESV Jon and I aren’t farmers, but we do have 35…
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A thought crossed my mind. “Touch her.” That sounded about as wise as starting a political argument on Facebook! But the thought came again, and I noticed it had a gentle feel to it.
I sat up, and she rose to sit beside me. After she wrapped her arms around me, she whispered, “I might question you sometimes, but I won’t doubt you again.”
Instead of sitting around, I went for a walk which is excellent medicine for me. As my steps lagged from the onslaught of thoughts that felt like taunts, I asked God to show me how to deal with the almost constant invisible presence of this earthly enemy.
I am the only child of a woman who remained single. While that is far more accepted these days, back in the 1930s, it was scandalous. Grandmother told me that when I was born, and my mother kept me, there was all sorts of disapproval. But she said in a gentle whisper, “Your mother and I could not bear the…
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