He sees you, Mama. I’m not talking about your husband. Although I know he sees you, too. At least most of the time he does, unless the game is on, or a car auction, or fill-in-the-blank favorite television show. That’s when you fade into the background, only to be seen when you block his view. No, I’m not talking about your teenager who thinks you’re ruining his life. He sees a lot, though, more than he’s willing to admit, and definitely more than he’ll thank you for now. And

To Every Member of My Church Family: I urge you to see the recent events in South Carolina for what it is and not what politicians serving an agenda are making it out to be. This is not a gun problem. This is a tragedy. To make the massacre in South Carolina about gun control is to disrespect the lives that were lost. The believers there were not congregating to discuss politics and it is disgraceful for the media to do so now. They were there to pray to the one and only migh

The worst thing you can do is have high hopes. Because when you grow up, your days will be filled with one trivial activity after another. Everything will be just another chore to check off your to do list. You will feel empty. You will feel lost. You will be angry and take it out on other people. You will feel like a failure and happiness will hide from you. Your smile will be a shadow of its former self and you will wonder where to go from here. I thought I would do somethi

It wasn’t long after my mother passed away that I started what would become one of my most prized possessions: a quote book.  It isn’t anything special to look at, just a journal bought from Big Lots, but I still remember the day I picked it out. I knew then it would be more than just pages bound together with writing on them. To me, it’s a lifeline to remind me of where I’ve been, point me to where I’m going, and take note of where I am today. Yesterday, an odd quote surface