My Mom, My Dear Friend

Dedicated to my mother ~ Glenda Brown Crawford ~ Happy Birthday Mom!!!   She’s one of a kind Loyal and true The first one I call When I’m feeling blue   She’ll give me a… Source: My Mom, My Dear Friend

If God is Good, Why Does Evil Exist?

Have you asked yourself this question lately?  In light of current events, it might be something that has crossed your mind.   I know I think about it sometimes.  Over the Christmas holidays, I read the book Unbroken and then saw the movie this past week.  I left wondering how God could allow so much pain…

Cauliflower – Who Knew?

Do you like cauliflower?  You know, the homely cousin to broccoli that’s white and bland and boring?  In case you can’t tell, I’m not a big fan. Well, I recently purchased Ina Garten’s “How Easy Is That?” cookbook.  Yes, I bought another cookbook, but who’s counting…just please don’t tell my husband.  Anyways, when I came across this recipe for Garlic Roasted Cauliflower, I…

T’was the Day Before New Year’s….again…

I wrote this last year…but I’ll be doggoned if it’s not true again this year!  I guess I will never learn! This is for all of us who indulged a little more than we should have over the past few weeks…… However, here is my disclaimer….this is just a poem – I am not vowing…

God’s Greatest Gift

Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.  Luke 2:11 The true meaning of Christmas…celebrating the birth of Christ.  An event that occurred over two thousand years ago and changed the course of all mankind.  May we never forget the significance of that day. Merry Christmas!

Two Blue-Eyed Boys

Two blue-eyed boys God’s gift to me Would steal my heart For eternity   The oldest is The serious one Straight and steady He gets it done   Finished college In four years flat Then married his girl Just like that   Got a new job Moved far away He makes me proud Everyday   The…

Prioritizing the Pantry

My pantry is a mess. And it’s driving me crazy. For this tidy, typically very organized gal, it’s screaming “Hey, have you forgotten about me?” every time I open the door. Organizing my pantry is not one of my favorite things to do, but alas, it must be done. Since I work for a school…