She colors her graphing blocks on the second half of her math paper. As she works I simply say, "Hope, isn't it wonderful how God made our world so colorful?" Expecting an answer that only carries the insight of a six year old, I am surprised by her response. After a pause, she looks up... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I think I notice odd things. For example, I notice shoes. Not because I am a fashionable person, the opposite would definitely be true of me. My soul seems drawn to people with worn shoes. Worn shoes represent miles walked and days lived. They may represent a hand-me down that were loved enough to... Continue Reading →
"Mommy, can we please bake cookies? The kind where you have to mash them down with the rollie thing?" This is what my six year old daughter asked me last Tuesday morning. She was referring to homemade cookies rolled out with my wooden rolling pin. I'm sad to admit I wondered how she even knew... Continue Reading →
Last week I wrote about needing to stop doing and start listening. The Lord made sure that happened.The stopping part started with a ride in an ambulance.I found myself last Thursday night about 11:00 being put in the back of an ambulance and on my way to the hospital. Numbness and tingling in your left... Continue Reading →
Kim Wideman 