It all started with squares…and wanting to sit with a group of ladies I don’t normally get to see who knit them. Walking through the church lobby one night I saw them knitting and chatting…gray heads and red heads and blonde heads…spinning yarn with their hands and their stories… and I wanted in. So…
My heart is heavy today for friends and family who have recently buried a loved one… or are wondering which kiss on the forehead as they leave a hospital bed is the last. God says that He comforts us in our life-hurts so that we may comfort others. On my own journey, I was blessed…
Last week I told a little story from my 2nd and 3rd grade year and I hesitate taking you further down memory lane…but this is what keeps coming to me to share so here we go. I am a person who loves stability, and God moved our family just one more time after third grade….