I hope you accept my apology

I must apologize to you, my readers, for not posting anything new last week, and sadly, not today. I thought I was super-multitask-woman, able to write a descent blog piece as I prepared for a winter getaway with my husband last week. My head just wouldn't let me pull it both directions. I hope you accept this sincere apology and admission of not being a super-multitask-woman.

I hope to see you back in a few days when I begin a few posts on home management.

(By the way, we had a wonderful winter getaway)

God bless

Tickled Pink…and Purple

“…like those who glance in the mirror, walk away, and two minutes later 

have no idea who they are or what they look like …” James 1:23 MSG

I tossed. I turned. I squinted at the clock. 5:45. I threw back the covers and rolled out of bed. Brrr… I felt for a pair of fuzzy socks in my dresser drawer and then tiptoed out to let my husband sleep.

As I snuggled by the fireplace, the worries of being cold turned to thoughts of my Tabernacle study and the water basin made of highly polished bronze. The High Priest not only washed his hands in it, but probably saw the reflection of his face. Like the Priest, I need to examine myself—to cleanse my heart—before coming to the Lord. So, I turned to Psalm 139:23, 24 and laid my Bible on the floor before I knelt at the Lord’s feet…that’s when I saw them.

The Saga of a “Not-So-Desperate” Housewife (Part 3)

“Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help...” Eccl. 4:9-10 nlt

He hurried off the last split log and reached for my hand. “I’m so sorry you had to come with me.”

I accepted his hand. “Don’t be sorry; I wanted to come.” Tears seeped from the corners of my eyes. “I don’t have the strength. My pack is pulling me down.”

He unbuckled his backpack and tossed it to the ground.