Sometimes the world just will not stop and leave us lone! Have you ever wondered why things happen? Good things, bad things? In the midst of the storm, as the thunder cracks and the lightning bolts plunge to the ground do you hide your face in fear, or do you reach your hands up and embrace God, the only One who can put on such a show?
Control. I simply can’t stand it when things happen in my life that is out of my control. This statement is coming from an anal compulsive…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on February 22, 2011 at 9:22am — No Comments
There are about ten things going on in my mind to blog about today, so bear with me as I ramble. I am so thankful for my busy days and stacks of to-do-stuff. Without those stacks I would become a bit worthless. Every pile of notes and printed out paper have some kind of valuable information inscribed on it. As I look around my workspace I can count six different mounds of information. Each with an identity of it’s own. Do this, do that, call, email, fax… it is never ending. I must be the…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on February 15, 2011 at 8:58am — No Comments
Reading the title of this blog you’d think I had just returned from a luxurious cruise to some remote island where the sun always shines, it’s warmth radiating through me. Soaking those rays in, feeling the warmth penetrate to my aching bones. Shining into my heart, warming and feeding my soul. Yes, you’d think I was back from a tropical paradise, where I’d been swimming with dolphins in the crystal clear water and sipping a cool drink with a funny little umbrella in it.
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on February 8, 2011 at 9:08am — No Comments
I grew up in a small community called Pleasant Ridge. There was a church and one country store, called The Corner Store. Our roads had numbers, not names back then. My road number was 2042. Down that three-mile dirt road were about ten houses, a bridge that took you over Big Elkin Creek, and a graveyard!
On hot summer nights after my sister and I went to bed, sweating, with our faces up against the window trying to catch a breeze, we’d listen as an angry old bobcat cried out…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on February 1, 2011 at 8:15am — No Comments