There is something about the emotion I feel when I attend a “froufrou” event. Froufrou is an adjective describing something “very heavily decorated and fancy.” I’m sure you’ve attended a women’s event or bridal shower of this sort. You know, the kind where every “t” has been crossed and every “i” dotted. From gorgeous stemware to layers of linens on the tables down to the background music and the elaborately prepared meal, no sense has been overlooked. Immense preparation and forethought goes into the planning of such an extravaganza. Read more
Is it just me, or are any of my middle-aged readers constantly having to get their roots dyed? Seriously, if more than four weeks go by, I have a white stripe down the center of my dark head and can be easily mistaken for Cruella de Vil or a frisky skunk. Read more
Countless hours of my childhood were spent running around the park of Disney World. My dad started working there the day they opened and was still getting free tickets thirty years later. Most of the tourists’ children spent their once-in-a-lifetime trip making sure they had conquered Space Mountain and enjoyed the classic rides like Dumbo, but for those of us who were employees’ kids, we got to know all the ins and outs of some stores that often got overlooked by visitors on a mission. Read more
“Hello?” “Have you not had that baby yet?” my dad asked in his Alabama-born accent. “Nope.” I’m sure he could sense my deflated mood across the phone line. “Do you think that I would have already had the baby and not called you?” I snipped with a little chuckle to mask my frustration. Read more
Guest Blogger: Gabrielle Pepin
Brown grass. Cracked skin. Dry throat. Yep, you know exactly what I am talking about. These are things that have to be hydrated in order to function properly and maintain a healthy state. If too much time passes, desperation for even just one drop of water is at an all-time high because it is simply a necessity. Read more
Just as I crossed the threshold of a coffee shop in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport, I happened to notice the diagonal tiles that covered the floor. They were laid in such a way that the pattern boldly declared its dominance of that area. At quick glance, I saw that right next to the vivid diamond pattern was a pale, gray marble flooring that signified the main walkway for travelers in the airport. Two contrasting tiles laid side by side. Read more
Dependable, strong, steady, unselfish: these are words that describe your heavenly Father’s love for you. No man or woman on earth can promise you that kind of unconditional love. Maybe you are discouraged today or even heartbroken. Who can I trust? Why does this keep happening to me? Have you felt disappointment in those you have loved time after time? Read more
Kids’ service at church was finished, and the new group of volunteers was entering the noisy building. With basketballs bouncing and four square games in full swing, I quickly gathered up my purse and Bible to hurry across the street to the main church service about to commence. I swung around, and there in front of me was Josh.
This is a shout-out to all my female readers: Do you know how beautiful you are? Really, you are fabulous! How do I know? Psalms 139:14 says that you are fearfully and wonderfully made. Whether you’re a preteen wondering when you will shed your little girl face and step into a woman’s silhouette or a mother head over heels for your newborn but questioning whether your waistline will ever look the same, I want you to know this: You are beautiful. Maybe you’re an aging woman looking back at old photographs, pining for the days of firmer thighs and a stretch mark-free stomach . . . you are beautiful.
Well, it’s over. All the Christmas company has left, dead pine needles are being vacuumed where the tree once stood, and return receipts are being gathered. Transition. Change. Some of us can’t wait to step into this next year and say good riddance to the last. Others celebrated huge, happy milestones last year and would rather drag their feet as they enter the unknown corners of their new beginning. Whether happy or sad, change elicits fickle emotions. Read more