Simply Grace . . . and Granmon

Simply Grace . . . and Granmon

She was my husband’s grandmother. At ninety-six, she was the reigning family matriarch. And now, she is a newly arrived citizen of the kingdom of heaven. Today, her eyes—no longer weak or dim—gaze upon the face of her Savior. Her feet—no longer stumbling—walk softly...
Simply Grace . . . and Simply Sweet

Simply Grace . . . and Simply Sweet

It’s that time of year again. The time of roses and romantic dinners, of heart-felt sentiments scrawled across heart-shaped cards. These cold, mid-February days find us in love-struck celebration of all things sweet. But the sweetest of sentiments aren’t those found...
Simply Grace . . . and Words

Simply Grace . . . and Words

The sermon this past Sunday centered around the five love languages. For those who know me, it’s probably no surprise that my own love language is that of words. Words have always held a tremendous fascination—perhaps borderline obsession—for me. The way they sound as...
Simply Grace . . . and to the Moon

Simply Grace . . . and to the Moon

The moon these last few days has been spectacular, so big and so bright, shimmering off the snow that we so seldom see here in the South. It reminds me of the words we moms whisper to our littles—and to our not-so-littles:   “I love you . . . to the moon and back...
Simply Grace . . . and Cooking

Simply Grace . . . and Cooking

I love to cook. No, really I do . . . or at least that is, when I know what to cook . . . and when I’m not rushed . . . and when no one fusses about what I choose to cook. So basically, five to six times a year—seven tops—I love to cook. Other days, it’s sheer...
Snow

Snow

Snow. It doesn’t often snow here where I live. So it’s a photo-worthy event. 😉 I love the snow. It blankets the muddy starkness of winter with a newness—bright and clean and fresh. It leaves the air clear and crisp. I breathe better, more deeply when it snows.  ...