This morning I’m in the beautiful mountains of Asheville, NC at a conference with Hubby. As these things go, they always serve breakfast pretty early. We are early risers at our house, but this morning, without meaning to, we slept in. When we woke up, breakfast was over. Hubby said he would just wait until…
Category: Peace
That’s Going to Leave a Mark
I recently received a handmade gift from my good friend, Jessica. Jess is an artist. She makes beautiful, hand-stamped jewelry and is very talented at what she does. I personally think, however, that her greatest talent isn’t making jewelry (although she is awesome at it), but rather, it is actually seeing the truth about people,…
Afraid to go Home
Sometimes I will see my kids do something and I’m suddenly transported back to my childhood. Today I was reminded of an incident with my twin brother. We were at my Grandmother’s house and were about 4 or 5 years old. We were playing in Grandmother’s garden. He had a rake and I had a…
The Here and Now: Post-it Note #137
I went to Wal-mart yesterday. The Saturday before Christmas at a Wal-mart with 3 of my kids, one of those Cadence. She drives a shopping cart like it’s the Daytona 500. I had to be crazy. But then I saw the Valentine candy on the shelf and knew the whole world had gone mad. I…
I Used Your Kisses: Post-it Note #136
My 7-year-old has a fearful spirit. She’s a classic tomboy so she’s not afraid of activities, new things and a challenge, but she’s afraid of being in a room alone and of the dark. A few nights ago she came to me at bedtime and didn’t want to go to bed. I asked what she…
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year….Really? – Post-it Note #133
There’s a Christmas song made famous by Andy Williams called, “The most wonderful time of the year.” But we could take out the word “WONDERFUL” and fill it with any number of adjectives. Most hectic or busy Most insane and crazy Most expensive time of the year…..about this time every year I feel like I’m…
The Whisper in the Whirlwind: Post-it Note #114
Some people’s houses are like museums: Clean and sterile, quiet and tranquil, polite and reverent. And then there’s my house: Loud, Lived in, Cluttered, Explosive. Sometimes I’m just a step ahead of a security breach. Barely contained chaos. My morning routine looks a lot like this: But one of the busiest times of day is…
To Israel With Love: Post-it Note #71
Hey friends! Here’s a guest blog from my hubby. I hope you will read what’s on his heart! Connie Hello. This is Connie’s husband Michael. I asked my sweet wife if she would let me write a Post-It note and share about something that God has placed on my heart. She graciously agreed (I love…
Professional Help…Post-it Note #61
We all need help sometimes. When we’re sick we call a doctor. When we have a toothache we call the dentist. When the pipes burst we call a plumber. But sometimes something inside our hearts or our marriages or our family breaks. Then we don’t call anybody. We hide it and try to keep it…
At the End of Your Rope. Desperate…Post-it Note #42
I have been following a friend’s posts on FB lately. She has 2 different friends whose husbands have had major complications from the flu. This week they both passed away. From the flu! It’s unbelievable. I don’t know these families or what they think of God, but I wondered as I was praying for them…
Collard greens, Black eyed peas and a clean slate…Post-it Note #39
In the Deep South we have a tradition on New Year’s Day. For lunch or dinner it is customary to eat black-eyed peas and collard greens. My grandmother said that the black-eyed peas represented coins and the collard greens represented money, and she cooked them every January 1st. I always told her to eat some…
Post-it Note #30: A Case for the Abundant Life
In the Gospel of John, Jesus said, “I came to give life with joy and abundance.” We often quote that as Christians, but what does it really mean? A life with joy AND abundance. It sounds wonderful doesn’t it? The sad reality is that I know few people who really live that way. Some come…
Grace in the Real World - by Connie Post 