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Growing, Going, Gone

Do you ever consider how fast your children grew up? At the time, it seemed that the sleepless nights would last forever and the terrible twos would stay terrible forever, the pre- teens awkwardness and the teenage defiance would never end. And then they turn 16, you give them the keys and they speed off into the world...gone.   I expected that, somewhat, and I even learned to release my children as they grew. What I didn't expect was for the grandkids to go so fast.  2014 our miracle baby arrives. Our Christmas gift from above.  We enjoy the other two for our last Christmas in GA before moving to Tennessee.  2015 we enjoy our first Christmas after moving to Nashville in May.  2016 and we enjoy our first Christmas in our new house.  2017 the last Christmas the three will be the littles.  2018 new babies. 2019 the year before Covid and the last Christmas in our new home.  2020 the Covid Christmas gathering almost didn't happen. The kids considered not getting together. We were g

Black Friday

 I know. I know. Not yet.  Thanksgiving has always been my favorite Holiday. It's easy. It's family. It's quiet reflection and a day to pause and thank God for His provision, His mercy and grace and our manifold blessings in Christ Jesus.  This is the first time in 6 years that I am living away from my children on Thanksgiving. I didn't know my heart would ache so badly. I have so much to be thankful for, and I am-but I'm sad too. I'm trying hard not to dwell on what I am missing ...Harper's 7th and Harrison's 3rd Birthday, a Thanksgiving Grandparent's Luncheon at Claire's school, School Christmas programs at Stoner Creek Elementary, Harrison's First Christmas play at The Treehouse Learning Center, and Providence UMC Children's Christmas Cantata. But tonight, I'm giving myself permission to feel it. To miss them. To ugly cry... Ive been talking to myself today as I press in to and lift my head because Christmas is coming.  I'm kee

How Do You See It?

I've been catching up today on blogs reading my followers and yours.  Blogger is going crazy again and it wouldn't let me comment on some while it did on others. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I have no idea!  I came across a sweet little blog and if you read it, please let me know who to credit. Obviously the blogger is a teacher and she tells the story of a little boy who liked worms and how everyday he searched for worms on the playground. There was the sweetest little picture of a little, dirty hand full of worms. The photo is what captured my attention. The quote is what kept me there,  "It's not always what we have, but how we see what we have that makes the greatest impact." It may have looked like worms, but to this little boy it was a fist full of adventure.  I am still considering the quote. We often compare ourselves to ourselves and hope next time to be better. As aging women, we compare our bodies and skin to that of a younger woman we once knew. A young mother compares her

Small Town USA Resurrected

  Today is the first outing of the season in Small Town, USA, Tennille, Georgia. When I was a child, Tennille was a thriving railroad town with a passenger train, the Nancy Hank. I remember taking a trip to Gordon on the train when I was in the 3rd grade. The Nancy Hank was a means of transportation to the big town of Macon, Georgia. On the weekends, I rode my bike to town to buy penny candy at the Tennille Food Center and an ice cream cone from Hartley's 5 and 10.  Big business pushed mom and pop right out the door along with penny candy, 3 family-owned grocery stores, two five and dime, 2 home-owned and operated hardware stores, two gas stations and two small department stores. In the 70's the Cotton Mill closed, the Passenger train was no longer in operation and Tennille became somewhat of a ghost town.  Tennille, Ga is the highest point on the Central of Georgia Railroad between Macon and Savannah. Incorporated in 1875, the city was named for a former citizen, Mr. Franci