Shellie’s Open Letter to the Nice Fisherman
The Belle of All Things Southern makes an apology to a fisherman. She didn't mean to cheat him out of supper!
Don’t Let Your Foe Set the Trap and Spring it Too!
The other day I asked one of my girlfriends how she was doing. This friend knew I was asking about her desire to walk with God. Her response broke my heart. “Not good,” she said. “I mean, I want to pray and I’ll try to pray… but then I’ll go days without praying or reading my Bible and…” When her voice trailed off, I pressed gently,
Zig Ziglar
Few people will recognize his given name. Hillary was born on the 6th of November, 1926 in Alabama, although he spent most of his young life in Yazoo, MS where his family relocated. When Hillary was six years old his father and his youngest sister died within weeks of each other, leaving his mother to raise Hillary and his ten siblings alone. His
Meeting the Folks
Every now and then someone writes in asking me about a story I've told on the porch, requesting to hear it again. For instance, the time Danny met his future in-laws continues to be a favorite. Danny says to tell y'all that day stands out in his memory, too. As funny as it is to us now, it wasn't so funny at the time. But,
Shellie’s Open Letter to the Nice Fisherman
Hello folks, let’s chat…~smile~ I was kayaking down the lake minding my own business when I saw a water bottle ahead of me, bobbing up and down in the water. Seconds later it disappeared, only to pop right back up and start swimming. You heard me. It began swimming around all crazy like as it continued to sink and resurface. I realized something had a
2nd Pew Left Hand Side, VBS & Deep and Wide
I'm sitting beside Mama's hospital bed watching her sleep and thinking about the heritage of love and self-sacrifice she's given this family. Maybe it's the nostalgia of the moment, but I keep thinking about some words I wrote this week about family. It has me wanting to share them with any of you who may not follow Southern Belleview. (FYI, Southern Belleview is a site where I join four
Don’t Think About a Pink Elephant
Not long ago, I used my camera phone to videotape my grandson drawing one of his beloved trucks in addition to taking a picture of it. I felt like it’d be good to have evidence of our three year old Picasso at work to document his age with the artwork. Seriously, he’s that good. Grant creates on one of those drawing toys that look like
Androcles and the Lion
The authorship of today’s fable has been the subject of much debate although Aesop is most often credited. Regardless, it holds a clear and endearing message. I hope you enjoy Androcles and The Lion. A slave named Androcles once escaped from his master and fled to the forest. As he was wandering about he came upon a Lion lying down moaning and groaning. At
Wrong Number Blues
Wrong numbers aren’t usually very entertaining, but my cousin Mona once got a humdinger in the middle of the night. Well, it was more like morning, actually. Mona had been pulling some very long hours in between work and a houseful of kids ranging in ages from toddlers to teenagers. Bless her heart. She was out of it when the call came in! For a
The Toe Suck Fairy Dodges a Bullet
Hello folks, let’s chat… I have an announcement today for Arkansas females of all ages. Y'all can put up your combat boots and enjoy your flip flops again for the rest of the summer. Word is The Toe Suck Fairy is back behind bars. The Toe Suck Fairy, for the uniformed, is a middle aged man whose penchant for sucking on strangers’ toes has kept