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
A new title has now been awarded to the Saturday before Christmas. You ready for this one? “Panic Saturday.” I’ve been hearing that come from our television set over the last several days, then last night once again, “Tomorrow is Panic Saturday!” According to those sharing this news, men will be the biggest “panickers” because… Continue reading The P-Word, Panic or Peace?
Thanksgiving is a time for our nation to thank God for blessing us with all that we have in this wonderful country. I remember when I was younger how Thanksgiving Day was regarded as a kind of holy day. Our family would all come together and I felt the warmth and love, not only from… Continue reading With Thanksgiving
My husband had some surgery almost six weeks ago, and since then has had to go to physical therapy one morning a week. I take him, drop him off and go do a little exploring, or maybe a little shopping. A lot of the time I drive around into parts of Chattanooga that I’ve never… Continue reading The Peeling Steeple
