Each baseball season I have an assigned seat. Whether at home or away, I am given a ticket for each game and printed on that ticket is where I’m told I will sit for the next two to three hours, sometimes longer. In the past thirty plus years in those seats, I have made lifelong… Continue reading The Dusty Seat
I wrote this blog post right before Easter. I thought with what we see happening around us today, there was some comparison between present events and when Jesus was crucified. Then I thought maybe I shouldn’t post it. Some may take it as a political post, but that is not my intention. I am just… Continue reading The Angry Mob
I have a Jesus nightlight. My mama gave it to me as a Christmas gift. I remember opening the present and there was “Jesus” staring up at me. I thought, “Mmmm, okay Mama” and then I plugged “Jesus” right in. I cherish this small gift from mama. That nightlight really lights up a room. It… Continue reading Plug In Jesus
My friends and I are at that age where our parents are passing on to that better life in Glory. Some of us have experienced this at a younger age. My father passed when my sister and I were in our twenties with babies who never got to know their grandfather. My brothers were in… Continue reading In God’s Country, Now
Yesterday afternoon I watched a marathon of Clint Eastwood movies, then I noticed on the History Channel schedule that the movie ‘Hacksaw Ridge‘ would be the evening movie. I have wanted to see that for quite a while, so I fixed an early supper and settled down to watch. ‘Hacksaw Ridge’ is the true story… Continue reading Just One More
One Tennessee autumn day I was out in the yard with my granddaddy helping him rake leaves. I’m thinking I was six or seven and just yapping away to him about something when I mentioned that I “loved” a certain object. My granddaddy stopped raking, looked down at me and said, “Montee, we don’t love… Continue reading Love God, Love People
The other day my husband and I were driving up from Tuscaloosa on I-59 North. In the Winter I always see houses I never thought were there along the highway because all of the many trees are now stripped of their leaves. I wonder if the people in those houses wish for Spring and Summer… Continue reading Stripped of Our Leaves
