You Are Created to Fly!
Childhood friendships don’t always last forever, but the memories of these friendships often do. Some memories leave an indelible mark upon the pages of our lives. They help shape the person we are to become. Little images of my childhood skip through my mind leaving an indelible mark, forever a part of who I am. …
Libby's Journey Begins
Libby, short for Olivia Beatrice Lizard (pronounced Lee-Zard), shivered in the morning air. She scampered from her hiding place in the leaves looking for the perfect place to get warm. It was the time of year in which the sun warmed the earth as it rose high in the sky. So, with chattering teeth, Libby …
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I believe many memories are established in the heart because of time spent together. Spend time with your children, your grandchildren, parents and grandparents. And if you have them, your great-grandparents. And to our older generation I say, "You matter!" Time is the one thing we can never get back once spent-so spend wisely!
Vanilla and cinnamon mixed with the aroma of baking bread filled the air and propelled me through time into the memories of my childhood. Scientist tell us there are certain sounds, smells, and tastes that act as a trigger upon our memories, taking us home or to a favorite place. Jergen's cherry almond lotion reminds …
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Have you ever felt as though you had no safe place to dwell? Have you been surrounded by fear and darkness while you searched for the light? You may feel unloved and unwanted. But I tell you-JESUS LOVES YOU! His love is very real. It is a weighted blanket full of life, warmth, comfort. His love is the kind you feel deep down inside and to the marrow of your bones. Reach for it! Cling to it! He is reaching for you!
The little girl rocked back and forth upon the little horse, the springs creaking with each sway. But she paid no heed to the groans of her little horse. She was listening for something else-a distinctive high pitch tone. She'd seen others do it. If they could, so could she. She had decided to teach teach herself to whistle.
Sometimes, when we are very young, the greatest adventures can be found in our own front yard.
We placed our feet firmly upon the bottom rail of the cross fence and looked with trepidation across the pasture. The bull eyed us from his domain. But he was between us and our goal.
The boys glanced furtively around as they gathered their supplies: corn silk, a wild muscadine leaf, and a match. With this they were set. Buck pocketed his portion of supplies and turned towards the old smokehouse. “We can’t go in there.” Cooter said reprovingly. “Uncle Clyde might need somthin’ outta there and catch us.” “What …
Jamie Lyn's Inkwell 