"To my daughter on her wedding day" Poem

“To my daughter on her wedding day” Poem. How quickly life change, right?  This year has brought many changes.  My heart has gone out to all of the brides who had been planning their dream wedding and had had to make hard decisions.  They have had to make choices to move forward with their wedding plans, knowing the crowds will be limited or postpone their wedding to a later date.

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A new decade. stepping into the unknown

A new decade. stepping into the unknown

I don`t think it hit me about the importance of this new year as we were moving toward it until I heard someone say, “Welcome to a new decade”. A new decade? Wow. That sounds massive to me. A  decade. Ten years. What happened to the last decade and how did it go by so quickly? What does this new decade hold for me? The thoughts take me back to what it was like 10 years ago as we were anticipating the upcoming decade. The unknown was about to happen.

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Meet my friend, Deborah

Meet my friend, Deborah

I met her in Atlanta 23 years ago, at a couple`s Sunday School party.  Soon, we would work together, our children played together and our daughters took ice skating lessons together. As I got to know her, I was impressed with her talents and gifts back then and boy, have they exploded these last years.  She is a mother, grandmother, sister, daughter, aunt and friend. She is a retired teacher. Her gifts include knitting, smocking, sewing and embroidering, crafting and cooking. 

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"The streets of gold beyond the crystal Sea"
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"The streets of gold beyond the crystal Sea"

This last week I was able to be at two beautiful celebration services of dear friends.  My childhood friend lost her sweet Daddy. Another childhood friend lost her sweet Mother.  They had both lived wonderful, full lives and left legacies for those behind them to live by. They both had physically broken bodies but now are whole again and completely healed by Him.  The words of precious old hymns, sung at the services,  were as balm to hurting hearts. They each held so much more meaning than they did when I learned them as a child. As I was growing up, I  always loved singing in church.

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