I am not your typical Preacher’s Wife. Or so they said… I didn’t make the cut. There were others that could sing, play an instrument, dance, even had a better speaking gift and with stories to tell. I may not have been as smart as some or even as artsy. The only thing I hadContinue reading “When You Don’t Make the Cut…”
As I sit in my living room on my over-sized yellow chair, the baby is napping, the house is quiet and my walls seem to fade into the background… I am now sitting in the middle of my bed, legs crossed, indian style, like when you’re a kid… because I am 14. The walls inContinue reading “Dream Maker or Dream Breaker?”
Call me sentimental… I saved the book I bought the day I met Charlie.