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Choosing His way
In light of what has been happening in our country, in our world, and in my own family, I have been inspired to share the love of Jesus even more. I believe what breaks His heart the most is the… Continue reading
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Heath McDowell 1/6/76-8/31/25
I can’t find the words to explain the kind of bond I had with my Uncle Heath. We didn’t talk all the time but there was this “knowing” in our souls. Heath was almost 4 years old when I was… Continue reading
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Let me live to see them grown
April, 2023 God, remember when I was a young mama, the nights I’d lay awake and ask you to let me live ’til my kids were grown? Well, you did that. You’ve let me live to see my grandkids grown,… Continue reading
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July 1- Gramma Chris
On July 1, 1923, my great grandmother, Christine Gray Patrick, came into this world. If only I could go back in time to meet the girl, the woman she was. I knew the older lady, who collected dolls in her… Continue reading
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When we needed someone to talk to
“You then, my child, be strengthened by the grace that is in Christ Jesus,”2 Timothy 2:1 ESVhttps://bible.com/bible/59/2ti.2.1.ESV How many of us, when desperate, lost or making a life decision, knew that Mammy would have the right words. We knew she… Continue reading
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Home
Have you ever been home, at your own house, and thought to yourself “I just want to go home!”? Or been on vacation and were so homesick that you couldn’t wait to be in your own bed? When I was… Continue reading
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Footprints in the cement
Mammy and Grandad made this block of concrete with our hand and footprints in 1984. In the years to come, we’d step on our own footprint to see how much we’ve grown, or if we were as big as our… Continue reading
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Brush your Mama’s hair
I remember taking these pictures, thinking that one day my Mammy won’t be here for us to brush her hair. One day, Mammy asked if I had time to use the wave-iron on her hair, and I was too “busy”… Continue reading
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“They are weak, but He is strong”
Whenever I have been heartsick or in pain, I always knew my Mammy’s doors were open to me. I think we all knew. The most important thing is that she held onto us in prayer, even if we weren’t aware… Continue reading
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Guilt into Grace
I went against all I knew to be right and true And my soul fell Under the scent of sin. Withdraw your hand from me- You monster that tries to steal my joy… and faith. What right do you have… Continue reading
Messages from my Mammy & stories of faith 