Welcome back to the Story Table — Lend Me Your Ears, Friend
Hello friend, it's a beautiful evening here on the banks of Lake Providence, LA. The wet weather that's been hanging over us for a couple weeks now has finally broken. Thank you, Lord! The beloved farmer hasn’t made it in, but when he left at lunch he was hoping they’d be able to find a dry spot to kick #harvest2022 back off again. We’ll see.
Should the authorities come calling, here’s the backstory…
My youngest grandchild, known as Weston the Wonder Boy, turned three a while back. He sleeps in a big boy bed at his own house but I’ve still been putting him down in the baby bed when he naps here. It wasn’t a conscious effort to baby him as much as one of those habitual things you do because you haven’t thought to switch gears.
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 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
Dancing Eyes Linger
Dancing eyes. I substituted in the children's class at church this morning and all afternoon I've found my eyes wandering back to those kids and their dancing eyes. I filled in because I was needed. Who knew I would enjoy them so much? Not me. I like, no, I LOVE sharing the word with women-- that's not news. But those kids, they captured my heart in a totally different