I must admit, I would've totally missed Saturday night's moon had my friend Terri not texted me (as I was sitting comfortably in my jammies by my fireplace, relaxing after returning home from a busy-but-fun week of travel) to get my camera and take a photo of the gorgeous moon.
Earlier this month, Kim and I were so very blessed to witness two of our grandchildren's dedication in their new church.
The Nettle Creek Players tent theater was a summer regular during my teenage years in the small town of Hagerstown, Indiana.
The evening of July 7, just before dusk, I took this photo. Once again, we had been slammed with a torrential rainstorm, flooding the fields and garden and completely flattening our first planting of sweet corn.
Another Easter weekend has come and gone...a glorious time each year to celebrate the resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus!
I am stunned and in shock this morning, as our small community is reeling, shaken to the core by the sudden death of one of our dearest.
We started in September...I had wanted to do a children's Christmas musical at our church last year, but my health got in the way. So this was the year...14 of the sweetest, most talented children that you will ever meet just happen to attend our church, and they made their director (that's me in the back...the one with the crazy hair...guess I was a bit "harried" that day...) VERY PROUD!