perfect . . .
Visiting our young grandson halfway across the country for the first time, he and I sat on the couch working …
Author Archives: annebroaddus
swimming in God’s grace . . .
Cows. Yes, I said cows. Sleek, fat black cows caught my eye as I drove toward the home of a …
Solidarity . . .
*Note – this post was written on April 16 but not posted as events of last week brought another tragedy …
interruptions . . .
You’ve all been there . . . rocking along through life, handling a face-paced job, spreading yourself between family members …
morning symphony . . .
Unlike most days {I am so not a morning person!}, I was up early this morning and determined to get …
finishing well . . .
Two dear friends’ fathers recently fell asleep in the arms of their Savior and awakened in His presence in the …
life . . . pain . . . how?
What a mystery life is . . . beginning to end. We fight our way into this world, leaving warmth, …
Nevertheless . . .
. . . my feet came close to stumbling; my steps had almost slipped . . . when I pondered to …
And yet . . .
Two of my favorite words in Scripture have come to be, and yet . . . Often occurring after expressed loss, …
Twinkle, twinkle little star . . .
In my prayer time this morning (of which I am often a miserable example of consistency lest you think otherwise) …
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