I'm home again for a few days.
The parents are doing well, thank the Lord,
and thank you for your prayers!
As I walked through my little house this evening, I couldn’t help but smile. I thought about skipping, but I figured at my age, that might hurt.
Instead of skipping, I lit the candles and ignored the dust.
(The photo on the left is of my mom and dad in younger days.)
Home is a shelter from storms--all sorts of storms.
~ William J. Bennett
There’s just something calming about being surrounded by familiar things.
Home is where the heart's tears can dry at their own pace.
The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.
Dear friends, I know that my blogs are less than exciting lately (you know all of the reasons why by now), but thanks so very much for taking this unexpected, and sometimes trying, journey with me, and for stopping by and keeping me company occasionally. It really means a lot.