Angels and tinsel and tree tops and lights and sparkling, glittering gold and silver. But nothing shines brighter than the joy on their faces. I love giving gifts. The most heart-warming, rewarding gift of a gift-giver is the pleasure of seeing the recipient glow with delight. There is nothing like Christmas morning with the lit…
Sure. I want to live a life that is grateful. I want to dwell on the good. And I definitely prefer to camp in the “out of the woods” zone. But sometimes life is just hard. I talked with a woman at church today that wept over a friend’s struggling marriage. My nephew is undergoing surgery right…
I’m not sure where I put it, but I know it’s there. Stored away. Forgotten. And this treasure so once held dear should never have disappeared. HOPE. Where does it come from and where does it go?
I wake up this morning, and when I open my eyes–I can SEE. And I’m thankful. I walk out the door to the wind blowing the fallen leaves. I can hear them rustling. And I dwell on the thought that many around me in this senior adult living facility struggle with both of these. I…
While I have been woefully absent from the blogging world, I have not been slack in my desire to post. Sometimes life is consuming and just leaning on His everlasting arms, well– it is just enough. This is a first for wateringcanblog: A guest post! I read it today on Facebook and just had to get…
Every.Single.Day. I sing this song almost every day… and when you get a song stuck in your head that is the cry of your heart, it is a gift. One I gladly receive:
Originally posted on wateringcanblog:
…even in Australia!” Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, written by Judith Viorst is still often quoted in the Munton family. Our kids have loved the book and now that they are grown and three of them married, it’s a book that I still keep in my home…
It’s probably not fair to say “America”. It’s also probably not fair to say “Christianity”. You obviously can’t blame a country, and it’s getting harder to define the term Christianity in a way that people will tolerate. Webster defines Christianity this way: :the religion that is based on the teachings of Jesus Christ. Exactly, Webster. But…
I am a Nana, yet I still talk baby-talk to my grandbabies. I like dill pickles with my chili. I can use a sewing machine and power tools. I love to read–and sometimes take a book with me in the tree while I sit in a deer stand. Seriously, though! I don’t think I even know what “normal”…
Tell yours. I know there are those that truly don’t care–they judge you by what they see. But there are others who need to hear it and will be blessed if you do. We can all be guilty of being self-focused, talking only about ourselves, but there is also the danger of living a facade–not…
“A merry heart doeth good like medicine.” Proverbs 17:22 We know it’s true because not only have we seen it, but we have experienced it for ourselves. Yet very often we don’t choose it for ourselves, even knowing it is the better choice. Deep down, we desire it, but it seems illusive–until we run into that person that always…
No one likes to go digging around for old recipes… or old posts on the blog, so I decided to repost the recipe for this very simple cookie recipe. A friend gave it to me quite awhile ago, and I’ve used it to try all kinds of variations–the possibilities are endless! It’s an easy one…
Okay, this is where it gets real. While I said I was stepping out of my comfort zone on my last post, I literally inspired myself :o) and jumped into action on a project that I had waiting for me… I have always wanted to try a DIY that I’ve seen on Pinterest–Painted Toms–but I would…
It’s the kind of step that makes you want to sit down. You are about to be asked to do something that is way out of your comfort zone, and the easiest thing to do would be to say no. Back away. Avoid the risk… For me, saying “yes” rarely means that I have the confidence…
Not anyone important to you maybe, but I am, Wife Mom Nana Friend Daughter Sister and I am loved. Sometimes… God takes me and shows me who I really am. And what I’m not.
