Just a Daisy in the Meadow

I have spent most of the day cooking.  Ten ladies and a guy . . . stitching at a quilt retreat all day need some good supper.  Last year I ...

I am learning . . . I THINK I am learning to be content in whatever state I'm in . . . Ina big mess happily sewing away, an "interr...

A favorite poem of mine over the years . . . The Rose Bud It is only a tiny rosebud;  A flower of God's design.  But I cannot unfold...

I thought . . .  I thought that I could sew . . . I mean, I have a designated sewing “room” on the third floor at the top of the stairs.  An...

December 31 . . . This thought brings me sweet joy . . . I am a year closer to meeting God face to face . . .

A Ample soul food Avid readers Anchored men B Bountiful encouragement Beaming faces Bonny lads and lasses C Caring family and frien...

The light of the city cast a warm glow on the horizon . . . It was cold and dark right before dawn as I sat on a lawn chair in the woods. Ye...