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 →
I woke up this morning truly missing writing. I haven't written in this blog since the spring. I haven't really even written in my journal for a month. It may not seem like a big deal to some, but to anyone that journals your most personal prayers and writes for release you will understand. I... Continue Reading →
Where we live, you know that Spring is rolling in when at least once a week you can leave your back door open and the crisp breeze of fresh air can blow through the screen right into your home. You can look outside at the blooms popping up everywhere! And, my kids also know (and... Continue Reading →
It is another Monday morning. The house is quiet. The kids are still sleeping. I sit at my kitchen table with a small remnant of coffee left in my cup as I linger here after my quiet time. Out the window I look to see the sunrise, but instead see the incoming rain clouds. Inside... Continue Reading →
Kim Wideman 