Several Sunday afternoons/evenings for the past couple of months, you might find me at my friend, Jill’s, house. Jill and I have been friends for right at about 7 years. She was my first Sunday School teacher after moving back to the area and attending the church we do now. We’ve discovered through the years…
Good late evening blog friends! Better late than never. There’s still a little less than an hour left in this day (on the East coast, that is), so I haven’t skipped a post yet on this 40-day journey. Whew! But…I wonder how many of you are out there thinking I did right about now?? Ha!…
In February, 2009 – I was registered to run/walk in my first race. It happened to be the Myrtle Beach Dasani Half-Marathon. I’d never even participated in a 5K before, and here I was registered for a half-marathon. Yes, I might have been a bit crazy, but I’m not usually one to turn down a…
No, I’m not completely crazy. I realize the season that follows autumn is winter. However, I’m not talking about those kinds of seasons. Rather…the seasons my grief. I’ve had an epiphany of sorts over the last day or so. Living in the mountains of Western North Carolina, our winters can be quite varied. Some winters…like…
My feeling towards Wednesdays these days is even worse than the way I feel about Tuesdays. In continuation from yesterday’s post… I think we left the police station sometime around 1:30 am on Wednesday. We left with the instructions, “we’ll let you know if we hear anything”. They also sent a car to our house…
Today is another Tuesday. I’ve come to not like them too much, because they remind me of the Tuesday that almost took my breath away 26 weeks ago. Here’s a little of what it looked like that day… My husband kissed me goodbye, as he left for work before my feet even touched the floor…
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