Peace in Knowing My Place

As a pre-teen in the 1970’s, I spent hours in front of my dresser mirror, hairbrush in hand, belting out the classics.

If I can’t have you, I don’t want nobody baby. If I can’t have you, oh-oh-oh-OH.

Hopelessly devoted to you-oo-oo-ooh; hopelessly devoted to you.

Pretending to be Yvonne Elliman and Olivia Newton John, I’d crank up the turntable, grab my Goody “microphone”, and momentarily forget whatever “tragedy” had rocked my small world that day.

Yep, I enjoyed being someone else. I still do.

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I'm over here today. It's a "rerun", but something still heavy on my heart.

A Special Announcement

Well, not as special as Janelle's...but special indeed!

I was practically blown out of the water to get an email asking me to consider being a


I didn't have to think twice about joining this wonderful ministry at 5 minutes for Mom. I'll be contributing every other week. You can read my first entry here on Monday. Stop by and visit me, and the other amazing women who share what the Lord is putting on their minds and hearts.