What Day is it?…Post-it Note #62

Yesterday we gathered our children around and read the story of the crucifixion as we recognized the significance of Good Friday.  Tomorrow we will finish the story as we look to the celebration of Resurrection Sunday.  And today is the day in between. Do you ever wonder what the day in between the crucifixion and…

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 #14: Body Pump!

I’ve been taking a class at the gym called Body Pump.  I have a love-hate relationship with it.  It’s a weight lifting class that last for an excruciating hour.  Sometimes life gets busier than normal and I can’t make it to class.  Recently I went back to class after several weeks away.  Two days later…

Post-it Note #9: October!

                                                                                                                                                                                     Fall has arrived!  The leaves are starting to change.  The apples are in season.  Starbucks has pumpkin lattes.  What’s not to love?  Autumn is my favorite season of all.  In the south it is our reward for surviving the misery of Summer.  As our cousin in NY says, it’s God’s gift to the North…

Post-it Note #3: Pimples! Yikes!

“MOOOMMMMM!!! What is this stuff on my nose????” Says my 12 year old son.  He’s grown tall and lanky in the last few months and his voice is starting to squeak. “Well Buddy, those are pimples.” “WHAT? Pimples.  No way.  These can’t be pimples.” “Well, I’m afraid they are.  It’s time for them.” “NOOOOOOOOO.” He went…