Yard Sales


Hunting hunting

What can I find?

A trinket a treasure

A box made of pine

We walk along slowly

My husband and I

Browsing and thinking

Now what can I buy?

A chair for the kitchen

Some shelves for the den

A little glass chotchke

That’s shaped like a hen?

We each have a twenty

with which we can spend

If I run out of money

I’ll borrow he’ll lend



There are prophets among us

Sometimes they appear

Out of nowhere

It could be that “crazy” lady on the train

This morning it was

She walked onto my car

Before 8 am

She started sharing her testimony 

Without fear

Telling us to repent

Telling us to follow Jesus before it’s too late

Tears rolling down my face 

There wasn’t one thing she said

That I didn’t need to hear

She soothed my soul

I have no doubt that God spoke through her

There are prophets among us

Tea party hats

              I made these hats today for a tea party  in early July in West Virginia. It’s at the home of my cousin in her backyard. It’s for ladies and girls. Although when my husband heard we were having cake he said he would stop by. 

My favorite is the pale pink. What about you?

Mom on a plane


Last week I found myself on a late night plane to California.  I didn’t get off until 2 a.m. EST.  I was achy and fidgety.  I fell asleep in patches and spells.  The only way it could have been worse is if I were the mom of the two screaming children. THAT must have been so incredibly and painfully difficult.  Luckily, she had her husband with her.  Hopefully, he was helpful.  🙂

Embrace adventure 

          My husband drove me to the church yard sale this morning. To his delight some people drove up in this beauty and let him sit behind the wheel. He was pure child in a toy store.  This car is a 1930 Ford Model A Cabriolet. My husband is a 1962 American Model A Grouch. Smile. 

You never know what fun will come in the next moment. Be ready!

no such thing as coincidence

  Two days ago I ripped out a page from the Anthropologie catalog. I cut out just the word abundance and gave it to my husband. Yesterday I received a letter from my sister-in-law. She had torn out that same page and used itas stationery to write me a letter. 

I don’t believe in coincidences. I think that there is a reason for everything, that there is some meaning behind things, whether we understand them or not. God tries to tell us things. He reminds us of his presence. He reminds us that we are not alone. He puts other people in our path. Look for him and things that seem to be a coincidence.