Matthew 6:25-27 25 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap…… Continue reading God’s Grace Is Sufficient!
My little chele Grace is nine today! Purple is her favorite color but she will any color when it comes to flowers; she loves flowers in any shape or form. Living on 10acres, with huge fields of flowers ( pretty weeds mostly), her little hands are filled with bundles every time we step outside. She…… Continue reading Baby girl’s 9th birthday
Do you dream of the familiar ground of faces, voices and smell of food that raised you on the road home? . Do you dread the familiar ground of cold faces, voices and walls that broke you as a child? . Either way, the road home is always familiar! ~Susan McMillan
As we close 2017 into 2018, once again I am thankful for the gift of Life. I know for a fact that many have lost their lives throughout the year or perhaps many have lost their loved ones. And in those moments, I am reminded yet again that life is a gift; in fact, every…… Continue reading Thankful for 2017
As I have mentioned before, Christmas time always takes me back to my grandma’s place. Every December, our large extended family would come together under my grandma’s domain. Grandpa was present too but it was grandma’s boat to ride. Grandma’s place was home without a doubt. She created a place that we all wanted to…… Continue reading Home for Christmas
Cruel space Upon a lost “soul” amidst A “hunting” crowd Filled with noise From loud voices scattered in the air Like bad perfume . Brutal Are the well composed Beings posed in well Pressed shirts and dresses With neckties to match their distress As they sway from Street to street . The air is heavy…… Continue reading The city.
Today, I met a friend In you; the stranger next to me. We agree history has made us strangers; Enemies! but… Let’s try; let’s try to be friends, Let’s try… let’s try to agree on something; Something that will make history worth keeping. Let’s try… Walking at the same pace, Without trying to outrun one…… Continue reading Try…
Four walls, a roof and any one is good to live in it. Perhaps the older I get the more I realize that just having a structure does not make a place a home. You could even call it a meeting station for the family. And perhaps the busier our lives get, the more truth…… Continue reading Creating a home out of our four walls.
The mud house over that hill raised us.. We cried and laughed .. We dreamed there.. We played and fought.. We walked and ran.. We hoped each day.. We held on and let go at times.. We lived even when we lost.. We bloomed in our own way.. We went places and came back again;for…… Continue reading Over that hill!
Every single music hit had a rhythm for Sarai… If it played, she would dance to it! Ready to raise the red dust….. Barefoot, colorful dress and sweat running down her well defined cheeks, Sarai would dance until that red dust covered everything around her….. The smell of the dust would send Sarai into a…… Continue reading Sarai and the red dust!
