And the stillness becomes the nearness of the Father...
Author: Jane Grant Carter
stitched with love…
collaboration in the kitchen…
seeking time for rest…
a trip of remembrance…
It is a beautiful early Fall day, just a hint of crispness to the morning air, when I pick Daddy up and we start our journey to his old hometown, Brownfield. Along the way, he talks of his childhood and parents, my sweet Mymommy and Grandad. Some of his stories are quite funny, some more… Continue reading a trip of remembrance…
morning at the lake…
Morning at the lake is like one little slice of heaven...
celebrating independence day…
Perhaps the purpose of history is what we can learn from it.
finding the right balance…
Balance - the teetering between two worlds, without toppling uncontrollably one way or the other.
comparison kills joy…
I browse through beautifully curated images on Instagram, feed upon small squares of perfection to pass the time. In many ways, this is like flipping through slick magazines back in the day, turning page after page of professional images designed to make me want more than what I have.... Our home is on the small… Continue reading comparison kills joy…
the moon rises…
The full moon rises in the eastern sky this evening. Stark, bare branches of trees stand etched in black against the inky sky. Silver shimmery light spills across the landscape. Stillness settles, quiet reigns, calm arrives at the end of the day. My tired body languishes in lazy stretches, feet propped high. Spinning thoughts slow… Continue reading the moon rises…




