Great Aunt Ann and Fightin' Lucy

God’s Showstoppers

My sister’s family has three of God’s showstoppers. The first one is a little girl, with red hair and heart shaped lips.  This three year old had an armada of praying people remembering her and her parents each night for eight months. The miracle of a child came after the heartbreak of multiple miscarriages.  For many years, my nephew, Norian, and his wife, Caroline, hoped and prayed for a baby. As a family, we, along with many friends hoped and prayed with them. Prayer has the power to change things and for this young couple, the change has been positive. For the first time, I became a great aunt.  As I held this little bundle I felt the shock and awe of a smooth skinned miracle. Evva Katherine Hanes Fordham is a showstopper. Read More→

Life near the mountains brings seven-day rain marathons.  The resulting blues  cling like a teenager’s hip huggers on Saturday night.  In order to restore a positive attitude, I have been forced to find ways to survive gray days. Read More→

It was a late spring weekend in my hometown of Winston-Salem, North Carolina. My grandmother looked up from her sewing machine, “I need to go after thread at Woolworth’s. Do you want to ride the bus with me?”  Always eager to be with my Memaw Stella Franklin, I jumped at the chance.  When the bus reached the downtown area, we walked toward our favorite dime store. Read More→

Freedom is fear with faith’s pants on.  There isn’t a person alive who doesn’t know that gut wrenching, quiver in the belly when you’ve had a close call in the car or a loved one hasn’t made it back from surgery. I am truly amazed each time I hear stories of people in the military.  Our brief thoughts and casual prayers are not enough to repay them for the anxiety of serving in a war zone.

Some years ago I had the opportunity to visit the entombment of the USS Arizona in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.  Read More→