“I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there’s gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very…
Dear God, Thank You for My Carrot!
Facebook loves dredging up old memories. Truth be told, I usually ignore them! Not today. Six years ago, four generations of my family gathered for Friday evening supper. As was his custom, my father was offering the blessing. With two-year-old innocence, Emmaline struck a Norman Rockwell pose — her single carrot resting on a plate emblazoned with the word “Gratitude.”…
God and the Super Bowl
Some say God may have a problem on Super Bowl Sunday! When the Chiefs advanced to the Super Bowl, both Patrick Mahomes and owner Clark Hunt thanked God for their victory. And when Brock Purdy and his 49ers punched their ticket to the Big Game, he also gave glory to God for their victory. They’re not alone. When the Rams…
Don’t Hang Up Your Harp
There are 365 days in a year. And for each of you, there is a day that brings pain. Maybe more than one. Your mom died on October 19. Perhaps your husband had a heart attack on December 23. You miscarried on May 2. A divorce you didn’t want was finalized on September 23. A valued coworker committed suicide on…
I’ll Take My Robe Warm, Please!
My friend Tim and I sat snacking on a bag of Cape Cod potato chips the other day. That got me reminiscing about childhood days on the Massachusetts coast. Plum Island was our favorite. It’s not Destin or Waikiki — but we loved that skinny spit of land north of Gloucester. “Plum Island is where I fell into the ocean,”…
Here We Go!
The Dallas Cowboys. America’s team. A team who is loved. A team who is hated. I fully know there will be some who read this little blog and will overlook anything uplifting that may be found. They’ll go straight to the comment, “The Cowgirls stink.” I’ll risk it. The Webbs have always cheered for the Cowboys. Daddy and the boys…
Hanging On for Dear Life
Growing up as a PK (preacher’s kid) had advantages. The Yeagley boys were showered with warm gestures and kindness. We were given an old erector set. A stamp collection. Brand new bike parts to restore an old beater. Memorable lunch invitations after church. And colorful personalities still remembered. Connecticut and Massachusetts fed our love for winter. Sledding down massive hills…
There Will Be No More Sea
Water has always enriched my life. Exploring the rocky shores of Acadia National Park. Swimming in the ice cold Swift River in New Hampshire’s Jigger Johnson Campground. Snorkeling in the Andaman Sea. Witnessing the power of Hawaii’s Bonzai Pipeline. Boating on Lake Michigan. The other day I heard Revelation 21:1 read in a sermon. You’ll recognize it. “Now I saw…
The God Who Sees You
Hannah and Hagar have been on my mind lately. Two women who shared some pretty heavy stuff. One thing they shared in common was pregnancy. One wanted to get pregnant and couldn’t, the other was pregnant but, maybe wasn’t too happy about it. Another commonality was they were both treated badly by other catty, jealous women. That’s not fun. But…