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    So Grateful

    Our country is a little anxious just now. There are factions, divisions, suspicion, grief… Do you know there is a common thread to all of this? There is a master manipulator who is not a person. Call him what you like, Lucifer, Nimrod, Satan, the King of Tyre – it matters not. His modus operandi have very specific hallmarks. I…

  • Trust Me

    Timing Perfecto

    It has been a strange year. I think most people will be in agreement with that statement. Now, as we approach the holidays, what’s next? It feels like there may be another surprise. Will it be welcome? I simply do not know. So as all of us have had our ups and down this year, here is something wonderful that…

  • Recipes

    Hungarian Goulash

    This is a favorite recipe from my childhood – oh, and wait – and my adulthood! You can make this in a Dutch Oven, or my preference, in a slow cooker. That way I can smell it all day. Enjoy!   Ingredients: 2 lbs. stewing beef, cut into cubes 1 cup sliced onion 3/4 cup ketchup 1 tsp cider vinegar…

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    Intention Done

    It is quiet except for the windchimes gently singing in the backyard. The sky is blue. Leaves on the trees are a myriad of colors – everything from burnished gold to bittersweet orange. It is stunning against the sapphire blue backdrop of the Texas sky. God’s handiwork in plain sight. And in these moments my heart is lifted to the…

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    Journeys,  Random

    Moving Toward Thanks

    Tomorrow will be November, the beginning of the 11th month of the calendar year. And what a year! Who knew when the champagne was flowing, the ball dropping and people celebrating the birth of 2020 that we would traverse the choppy waters of what has happened in the past months? Some of us have lost jobs, loved ones or perhaps…

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    Journeys,  Poetry


    Whispers in my heart Telling of the Hope, Not forsaken, never alone, Always in the palm of His hand. My name inscribed there. The vision of Him bending down To hear my prayer. Listening. Caring. Taking time to hear me. How can it be that the Creator Who molded all we see Out of nothing Would care for me? Gratitude…