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This website is a collection of essays, guides, recipes, and information from three sisters connected spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Seeds were planted years ago on our Granny’s front porch as we discussed life, death, disappointment, triumph, and the day-to-day. From …
MY TRAVEL COMPANION As I travel on life’s highway Going a few miles every day My companion walks beside me And holds my hand to guide me. He gives me peace as we travel along Breathing a prayer or …
Although I was formerly a blasphemer, a persecutor, and an insolent man; but I obtained mercy because I did it ignorantly in unbelief. And the grace of our Lord was exceedingly abundant, with faith and love which are in Christ …
Is anyone among you suffering? Let him pray. Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing psalms. Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in …
In honor of Mother’s Day, I wanted to share a collection of photos and a poem written by my granny about my Great Grandma Wright’s lovely yard. Thanks to my dear sister Jennifer for sharing with me her beloved collection …
She glides through the home making sure all is in order; The pantry is stocked, the bills are paid and in the recorder. She prepares her meals several hours ahead; And instructs each child how to make their bed. She …
What’s your prayer heritage? If you grew up in a household that prayed, what was the oral dialog used when speaking to God? I only now am realizing how richly blessed I was to come from such an abundance of …
The front porch swing creaked with each push of my foot. I was thankful for the screened porch keeping out the Louisiana mosquitoes. I breathed in the moist summer morning air, as I glanced to the other end of the …
When I was a little girl, I spent my afternoons playing outside, exploring in the woods behind my house. My favorite spot was a tree-lined gully. I weaved in and out of trees sprouting from the slopes of the gully. …