The Flower Lady

The Flower Lady

Another reason why the beginning of May was so special for me was that we got to celebrate my great-grandmother, Pardner. Many of you know Pardner as “The Flower Lady” because she would boat across Lake Taneycomo every morning, climb up the old trail, and water all of...
He Restores My Soul

He Restores My Soul

I woke up this morning to a disappointing text from a friend.  It wasn’t a big thing, just a “no” to a favor I had asked.  The “no” was kind, said with love, and with a good reason behind it.  It wasn’t a “no, never,” or an “of course not”; it was an “I...