March for Grandma

March for Grandma

You may hear me talk often about my Grandma Barnes.  She wasn’t really my grandma but I would sure like to claim her.  My parents met her at church when we moved from windy west Texas to Oklahoma when I was only three.  She was about 60 years old then and for the next 15…

Butterflies Galore!
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Butterflies Galore!

The butterflies were out in full force today!   They were so beautiful opening their delicate wings as they dart in and around the Lantana.  (I don’t always have success planting something; but when I do, you can bet I will plant it again next year!) I couldn’t help but think of my nephew, Wilson….

Summer Cleanup
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Summer Cleanup

I am trying desperately to do some major cleanup around the ranch this summer.  It helps that I have two capable teenage daughters who need a job.  So the three of us have stripped stalls, cleaned the hay barn, organized the tack room, swept the shop building, sorted out closets, weeded flower beds, and any…

In the Trenches

In the Trenches

In the last few months, I have attended two heart-wrenching funerals.  A young couple burying their baby daughter and parents mourning the loss of their seventeen year old, precious son.  There are no words to express the level of their suffering. People are hurting. No one, in any circumstance, is immune to the pain and evil in this world. I…

Vanishing Sunglasses
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Vanishing Sunglasses

Between volleyball tournament games last Friday, Roger and I took our girls out for lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant. Before we sat at the table I made my way to the ladies restroom. I did my, shall we say, “ladies restroom business” and proceeded to wash my hands. In this little one-person bathroom, I…

Seven Days One February
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Seven Days One February

SUNDAY: 50th Wedding Anniversary Last September, Roger and I were privileged to celebrate with his parents on their 50th wedding anniversary.  I respect and love them both very much. This week started with a wonderful 50th wedding anniversary celebration for my parents.  50 years ago they got married in some friends’ Stillwater, OK living room…

Rooted in the Gardener
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Rooted in the Gardener

The deep red color of this pomegranate fruit is so beautiful.  Unlike an apple or pear, where the fruit is basically one piece, the pomegranate fruit is all of these little seeds together.  They remind me of the fruit of the Spirit mentioned in Galatians 5:22-23. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience,…