Have you ever wondered what it would be like if joy could bottled? I mean, really, carbonated like champagne? To the point of overflowing, popping the lid off with such power that it hits the ceiling. I’d sell it on the blog…with huge success, of course, and my husband could…
Ya’ll know I love to cook, right? Well, when I have time to plan and scheme it out. ;)I’ve been known to make a few decadent desserts and try my hand at new ideas. When you consider the number of people in our house, 8 or 9 all the time,…
Welcome to the 2012 Ohio MPS Family Gathering, our 11th “season”! This year we are having a “Carnival of Courage”, since we all know that life with MPS is a complete roller coaster of ups and downs, but the ride is worth every minute of being a part of our…
Yesterday my man returned from his mission trip to Malawi. With many stories, tons of video coverage, and loads of photos, we spent most of the day yesterday and continue today sharing all he experienced. I’m on overload, he’s on overload, but you know what? Jesus is never on overload….
My husband arrived back home from a mission trip to Malawi yesterday. It’s an easy five minute friday word: ache. Yesterday before his flight landed, every fiber of my being ACHED for him. I missed him severely. Though I was ultra busy taking care of our family, I ached for…
Not too long ago, I introduced you to Mary DeMuth, an author who rekindled my love for fiction. On February 1, 2012, she launched a book: “Beautiful Battle: A Woman’s Guide to Spiritual Warfare.” I’ve not read the book yet (though it’s on the list!), but Mary gave me permission…
It’s a rare day! Rare Disease Day, that is. What is Rare Disease Day? More than 600 patient organizations, government agencies, educational institutions, clinical centers, and companies have signed on as Rare Disease Day Partners in the U.S., which means they support the global theme and goals of Rare Disease…
We’ve all heard the phrase: …like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand. But did you know, Wikipedia states: Contrary to popular belief, Ostriches do not bury their heads in sand.[34] Hmmmph. Oh really. Oh the irony in the aforementioned phrase. Who indeed has the head buried when speaking…
Thoughts on poverty distort my mind. Simply because they break my heart. I grew up in the Appalachian hills, not exactly well known for luxuries and riches. Oh, we had plenty. More than enough. Most folks in my town considered my parents to be wealthy. Food, shelter, and clothing was…
My Matthew may be landing in Africa within the next hour or so, but I just have to tell you that he didn’t have to go to an orphanage in Africa to begin his experience as a father to the fatherless. This post is dated October 10, 2010: I have…
Sometimes being the mother of a special needs child causes the mama bear in you to rise beyond your typical personality. In this case, for me, one afternoon, Jeff Foxworthy’s “You Might Be a Redneck” felt relational. How did that happen? If you are a special needs mom (or…
