Weekend Inspiration

When I was little, I learned to play the piano and a very simple selection of Christmas music. When my Grandpa came for Christmas, he listened patiently while I plunked away and then I asked him if he had a favorite Christmas song. I will always remember that he said, “White Christmas.” Of course, this was a song I had not yet mastered and it didn’t seem to bother him. But I have always loved this song and wanted to learn to play it because he loved it. What are your favorite songs this time of year? Which ones remind you of loved ones and special...

Weekend Inspiration

Two months ago, my little nephew was born premature and struggling. Every day that he spends in the NICU with determined and skilled nurses and his mother and father doing all they can to help him come home, I thank heaven for those who don’t just pray but do. I thank God for the friend who sent a woman to clean my sister’s home while she is busy loving her baby. I have usch gratitude for every hand that brings in a dinner or watches after her two other children. I love those nurses who fight for my baby nephew to the bottom of my heart. Every one of us has the chance to be angels walking on this earth. When we ask, we’ll know what to do, and I can tell you, you’re heart will never be the...

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Weekend Inspiration

As I write this I am figuring out how to get three kids to two different schools while we battle with the determined indifference of a waitlist. The school year is beginning in moments and the solutions seem pretty bleak. I keep wondering why things have to be so challenging. But Harriet knew struggle and trials way better than I do, so I think I can trust her thoughts on hanging on. And I know I’m not alone in needing to have hope when there seems to be none. Here’s to holding tight when things seem impossible. Hang in there,...

Weekend Inspiration

I love how Anne of Green Gables talked about sipping the honey of a comment while discarding the sting. This is a part of everyday life. There are so many people who walk around ready to cast barbs at whomever they meet, friend or foe, as they battle through their own daily struggles. How pleasant to be able to disregard these little arrows for what they are, reflections of another person’s fight to find themselves, and NOT reflections of who we are. It’s a long and tedious lesson to learn, but one that gives us greater power over who we are and how we look at the world around...

Weekend Inspiration

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