The stillness always amazes me. The shimmering in the warmth of the morning sun even more so. It’s the waters of Pearl Harbor on a quiet, still morning. This morning was one of those beautiful mornings. Very little moved in the calm except the feet of walkers and joggers and the melodious notes flowing from…

Hi. It’s me, Kristi. It’s confession time on the front porch, from one bearing branch to another. Never mind the chipping nail polish on the tootsies. That’s normal for this country girl. (OK, so now you’re looking very closely, aren’t you? Maybe I should have skipped right over that tidbit, eh?!)   Anyhoo, above is…

I often wonder how life would have changed had she sat a spell. What if the seasoned wife of many years would have sat on her spiritual bench of sorts and waited a bit longer, enjoying the view during the pause of promise versus running ahead of God in an effort to fulfill it herself?…