Sometimes a Rainbow Appears

It is the only story about a rainbow that I have. But it's a good one.We were swimming in a lake. It was dusk. All of the other people had left. The beach was littered with the debris of a fine day, the smell of a dozen barbecue grills floating out over the water....more

Don't borrow trouble

 I don't remember too many Bible verses from my church school days (horrible, because those days really numbered in years). But one that has always stuck with me is Matthew 6:34, "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."...more
HennaByKelly Ohhhhh, I do that, too! And you're right, it's so useless. Just today I was ...more

13 Things I Worry About When No One is Looking

Is my nose really that big? Because from far away, it looks relatively proportionate to my face, but close up, it’s all like, “WHOA. Where’d that come from?” And really, if it is that big then… Thanks, Dad. You could have left me anything… and you decided to go with your nose? Nice.Does anyone actually have a “small” nose? If someone had a little, itty-bitty, dainty nose, wouldn’t that look weird?What is the point of legumes? I mean… besides protein. Who invented this abomination of food-like substance?...more

Don't worry, Mom. I'm fine.

When I was a teenager and living with my Mom, I felt very responsible. She worked long hours and I was frequently home alone. I cooked, cleaned, was a good student and never gave her much reason to worry about me....more

Money Can't Buy Me Love

This is a bit of a photo intensive post, so please follow the link to read this one. Thank you! Caring Heart

No Worry - I Choose Faith



I haven't been looking at the November NaBloPoMo prompts this month, which is pretty spectacular considering I've been struggling to blog for the past few months. Today, however, I gave the prompts a gander, and today's prompt made my heart stop. If you could permanently get rid of one worry, what would it be? ...more

Me? Worry? ...more


I went to bed right after the kids last night. Or just before, if you count me dozing off on the couch while Cransky read Percy Jackson "The Lightning Thief" to River. Magnolia had already succumbed to the heavy eyes that follow the falling back of the clock and I had tucked her in, and sang to her The Dance. ...more