(I have been avoiding releasing this hybrid re-post, yet something in my spirit compels me to do so and not tarry further. Italicized areas are current edits and expansion of the original) A few weeks ago, I heard an, “I-don’t-have-a-heart-beat” story – and for about five minutes, I experienced fight or flight. I wanted to leave – just walk away. … Continue reading →
(The rains, though it didn’t rain on my little mountain until Saturday, caused a lot of havoc this past week. One son was in the middle of tornado watches, my mom in-between two that touched ground one mile east and one mile west of her. It was an unusually hot, humid week here. When the rains finally came to us … Continue reading →
There are moments when my husband dazzles me, moments when the sun just dog-gone shines brighter because he walked in the room. When I feel slimed by the world, it all washes away with one word, one smile from him. It’s as though someone sprinkled me with. . . pixie dust. “All the world [marriage] needs is faith and trust. . . and a … Continue reading →
I’ve been reviewing 14 years of Blue Cotton Memory posts over the last few months. I’m working on a project, so they’ll better understand what I’ve been doing in this space for all this time. As I dug around, I found this post – it feels like I wrote it just yesterday, but it was about 12 years ago. Some … Continue reading →
I drive my boys nuts telling them stories they’ve heard and heard – and I thought, well, I want to tell this story again. My new daughter-in-law says it’s a family trait, one she’s getting used to. I can’t wait until one day, she becomes a storyteller, too. Today, I want somebody to hear this story again – because it … Continue reading →
(I first posted this ten years ago. It seems even more meaningful today. Praying your faith, hope and charity are kindled brighter in your heart with the reading). When Hope Grace was born, great expectations were cast forth, hearts leaping in expectation. Much was expected of Hope. Her sister Faith Grace took to teaching her the facts of their Father … Continue reading →
This is a something old made new blog post – updated, much yummier recipe and a message given heart-tweaks because not only have I grown since I first wrote this, but those who sit at the table have grown – and so have their tastes, and there are new people, new babies. . . and because cooking isn’t ever just … Continue reading →
