Holding on to Everlasting Hope
“Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest: The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.” – Alexander Pope, “An Essay on Man” I came in from
The Resilience of Bees
Saturday night, my husband slept on the floor in the girls’ room because they were afraid of a storm. At 5:30, once the storm had abated, he came back to our bed and said the entire field below our house was under
Reacting to Fear in a Healthy Way
“The light’s green, you retard!” Stunned, I looked up from my computer into the street. A guy in a gold Chevy 4x4 with its windows down revved his engine again while waiting at the green light. Two political flags blazed from
Life Between Hurricanes
When we arrived on Monday, Orange Beach had just reopened after the intense cleanup following Hurricane Sally. On Tuesday, the Alabama governor declared a mandatory tourist evacuation due to Hurricane Delta churning toward the coast. I was too busy digging for
Ode to a Bygone Era
Growing up, we didn’t have a lot of extra money for vacations, so we would visit state parks, which were free. Our favorite was Lake Barkley in Cadiz, Kentucky. About four times a year we would rent a cabin for
I Grew Up as a Caretaker’s Daughter
On Wednesday, my husband went to the doctor for an X-ray. When the results proved inconclusive, the doctor ordered a CAT scan. We texted back and forth while he waited. He told me it would be okay, but he had told
Catching the Wind
"God provides the wind, Man must raise the sail." St. Augustine I rebel against instructions of every type, so I was quite proud of myself for reading the pamphlet long enough to put my daughter’s butterfly kite together. It was close to
“That’s My Daughter” – Knowing Our Identity Lies In Love
"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." - 1 Corinthians 13:13 It takes a lot to offend me, but it doesn’t take a lot to make me defensive of the ones I
How the Light Gets In
Two weeks have passed, so I can neither remember what my eldest daughter had been fussing about, nor why my response had been to stomp back the hallway and slam the washer door. When her behavior did not change, I told
Original Watercolor Giveaway Inspired by How the Light Gets In
I don’t know a stronger woman than Anna Floyd, and I know many strong women. I first met Anna close to ten years ago through a mutual friend. I was a newlywed, and Anna was finishing up her nursing degree.