a beautiful grace


I was humbled to speak and be among the most beautiful, most inspirational women last weekend at the Faith, Hope, Butterflies: Seeing God’s Beauty in Change Christian Women’s Conference in North Wilkesboro.  I am still in awe of the stories and the beautiful worship music shared and the blessings God rained down on us. I spoke about journaling, giving thanks, and worship. Glory to God alone. It had been less than 48… Read More

I have this scar—it’s about five inches long.  The place where my skin was broken and the cancer was taken out of me. She wore a pink shirt and when she got ready to leave the cancer clinic she forgot which side of the building she had parked her car. And another lady–she walked in.  Her face glowed and her head, it was covered in a yellow and blue scarf with the… Read More

Her name was Amanda and her daughter is studying to be an Exceptional Children’s teacher.  And my nurse, Amanda and I agreed on many of the same things–she, like me, doesn’t drink soft drinks–sweet tea is her drink of choice, especially Chick-fil-A tea, just like me. But what we agreed on most was this, I am a blessed woman.   Yep, that’s what she said. She asked in surprise as she read my… Read More

School starts Monday.  That’s worth repeating.  School. Starts. Monday. There’s a lot that can be said about the beginning of a new school year.  Churches providing meals for staff meetings and the offering of prayers for the upcoming school year.  School supplies collected. Excitement. Tears. First last days for high school seniors.  First last days for the teacher who is retiring soon.  And I think one of the hardest, the first days… Read More

She walked into the waiting room, her body reeked of tired and her uniform of morning food stains.  She sat down beside the gentleman who was waiting—waiting for his wife to come through the door and tell her husband the latest medical updates, her new prescriptions. ‘Where do you work at?’ he ask as she sat with her arms clinched tightly around her purse in her lap–not that she was afraid he… Read More

“Granna, there’s not going to be any seashells left in the ocean,” he said in his soft concerned voice. The shoreline has been filled with an abundance of shells this week and this grand baby boy of mine, all of five years old–he is a noticer and a quiet thinker.   I explain to him there are still millions of seashells left in the ocean.  And he believes in something he can not… Read More

Another week has ended and July is getting ready to come to a close.  God’s word tells us in the book of James, “Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morror. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”  (James 4:14, KJV) How true is this. How many times have we said or heard people say… Time slow… Read More

I haven’t picked up that particular journal in a while.  The journal where I started writing my gifts–my blessings.  Not that I haven’t been thankful or received many undeserved blessings. Why is it we sometimes fail to give thanks–thanks to Him where all our blessings flow? And perhaps we do.  For the big things. But what about for the everyday. Maybe it’s the busyness of this drowning in life that we often… Read More