Adult Wrapping, Friendship Tips, and a Faithful God
Hey y’all! A new podcast is up! You can find the link to listen at the bottom of this blog post. And/or you can subscribe for free on iTunes. For those of you who prefer reading your ATS news instead of listening, I've transcribed a bit of the show for you below and shared a few pictures ripped straight from the headlines. I hope you'll enjoy
He knows your name, do you know His voice
I have a friend named Tanya (short A) from South Louisiana and a friend named Tanya (short O) from North Louisiana, who spell their names the same exact way but pronounce them differently. Please don’t tell them this, because it’s embarrassing, but their name game causes me great confusion. I agree. A belle should know how to pronounce her friends’ names, especially when she’s known Tanya
If Not Now, When?
I was teaching from the book of Hosea when I made a personal confession to the girls in my Sunday School class and illustrated it with an example from my own prayer life. I share it because you may get a chuckle out of it like they did, and heaven knows we need some comic relief. Amen? Besides, it comes with a great lesson. Here we
About this election? Breathe
How long has it been since you looked up? No, not from your smart phone, but that, too. When was the last time you tilted your sweet tired stressed head back and looked straight up into the endless expanse of the sky above us? If you can go outside and do that now, please do. I'll wait. If you’re driving, or you couldn't do it right
Be Imitators of God as Beloved Children
Weston the Wonder Boy is our youngest grandchild and in some ways he seems determined to catch the fabulous four that are just ahead of him. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Weston’s growing up and changing even faster than his siblings and his cousins, and that’s saying something. Of course, it’s more likely my grandmother perspective speaking, seeing as how it appears likely
God Wants to Give You the Blessing of Perspective
I hesitate to broach the following conversation because every time I mention how much I dislike spiders my Facebook wall gets flooded with images of the little monsters, compliments of people who call me friends. And yet they enjoy harassing me. What is that? You’d think I’d skirt the subject entirely, and I would— if Father God would keep his spiders out of my state,
Let God Take the Sting Out
My father’s mother starting dipping snuff as a five-year-old growing up in the hills of Kentucky. Papa likes to say, “People always said it’d kill her and they were right. When she was ninety-four years old, it finally caught up with her.” Grandma’s little brown jar of snuff was multi-purpose. When we grandkids got stung by a bee or a wasp, Grandma would treat the spot
Are You Wearing a Mask?
There's a collage of pictures on my phone that makes me laugh every time I see it. Three little hams and one big one are depicted wearing identical paper masks, the kind that anchors around your head with an elasticized band. The little hams would be the three Lake Providence grands. The big one, well, I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't
Cousin Steve and The Great Butter Incident
I recently bought a simple white butter dish that reminds me of a story from long ago. I was young, six maybe and perched at the breakfast table in my Uncle Bryon and Aunt Elaine's house, along with my cousins and sisters. We were about to eat biscuits, or was it pancakes? Some of the details are vague. Others are as vivid in my mind
God Gives First
Let it be known that I realize we're knee deep into January, but I have stories stacked up from Christmas. Longtime listeners know full well I can't let go of them until I share, right? Right. And now any of you new visitors know it, too. It's not like these tales have an expiration date, y'all, but there's only so much room in my head