That “Peachy” Something
I chuckled to myself as I cut up a whole perfect peach into the bottom of my breakfast bowl before sprinkling a bit of cereal on top. A “peachy” childhood memory floated to the top of my consciousness.
I chuckled to myself as I cut up a whole perfect peach into the bottom of my breakfast bowl before sprinkling a bit of cereal on top. A “peachy” childhood memory floated to the top of my consciousness.
We met in 1961 at the port in Beirut, Lebanon, but we got to know each other in the sandbox at the Beirut Baptist School (BBS).
My soul is mirroring my parched and weary garden.
I read a meme shared by a teacher on Facebook. If a child on the playground found a stick and was going around hitting other children, would you give all the other children sticks to defend themselves, or would you take away the one stick?
Last Sunday, instead of regular Sunday School, we had a potluck breakfast in the fellowship hall for all ages. I found myself sitting out of the way conversing with a friend who happened to ask me how I handled anxious thoughts.
I recently read a few lines from Ralph Waldo Emerson in which he defines the word “success.”