Even in the midst of all the uncertainty and inconveniences we face, we know God is with us. We know that His plan is perfect and there is a reason for everything. If we go into this next year knowing and trusting in that, how much of a difference would that make for you and everyone around you?
With the Christmas season upon us, many are trying to find the perfect gift for everyone on their lists. I myself have been in the very same situation. I stopped recently and thought about all the things I got as a child and honestly can’t remember many of the gifts.
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and one Alabama family is an example of how important it is to stay aware and ask questions.
As a young married woman, I had never even heard the word patriarchy and had no idea that what I had been shown growing up was just that.
As I got older, I began to realize that all of the things that I loved doing came naturally to me. I loved holding the little babies, and I didn’t mind taking care of the home and cooking. I enjoyed all of it and knew in my heart that I wanted to be a mom.
There once sat a tall oak tree on the very top of the property owned by my family. I distinctly remember it as a child. It was tall and majestic — one of those things you could never forget. My grandparents had farmed the land and kept it up, so while there for the summers, I spent many days around that tree.
Memaw’s kitchen, with the smell of love and hard work, greeted you as soon as you came in the door. Every holiday or special occasion, we knew we could look forward to a big pot full of goodness known as chicken and dumplings.
I am often questioned about the vintage watch that is always worn on my right wrist. Some are intrigued by the way it looks. It does seem to have a sense of sweet, dainty Southern charm to it. I love it for all of those reasons as well, but that is not my reason for wearing it every day.
As a little girl, I can remember looking forward to the summertime. The smell of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen by my grandmother, or “Nanny” as I called her. She was up around 5 in the morning to fix a full spread for PawPaw to eat before he left for work. I remember it was ready right before he sat down to eat.