Acknowledging God in All of Life
My interest in writing found its earliest expression in my high school journalism classes. The passionate and energetic teacher coupled with a newfound friend group led to my first college visit, the school of journalism at the state university during my senior year, and eventually to declaring English as my major when I enrolled as …
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My grandson, Thomas, is just beginning to walk independently. He confidently lets go and cruises the room or the yard until he looses his balance, encounters an obstacle, or realizes his momma or daddy are too far away. He plunks down on his bottom and crawls until he reaches a familiar pair of legs. He …
It gives me pleasure to serve and give to my children and grandchildren. The simple joy I receive is payment enough, but I receive their gratitude and a share of their time as well. Balancing the scales or creating a sense of obligation never crosses my mind. In fact, if anything, we each seek to …
When you invite your mom to visit for the day and you offer to write a blog post for her - priceless! My 11-month old son, Thomas, is becoming more and more mobile every day. He can crawl across our living room faster than I can get up from the floor and climbing the stairs …
This Sunday’s Devotion written by Caroline R. Bulman, my daughter and mother to my first grandson “I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.” Psalms 122:1 NLT https://bible.com/bible/116/psa.122.1.NLT Sunday morning worship has always been a part of my life, whether in person or, more recently, online. …
My granddaughter is two weeks old and she’s still adjusting to life outside the womb. Sometimes she rests well when swaddled or curled up on her momma’s chest near her familiar heartbeat. Other times, any sudden movement startles her and sends her little arms flying and she’s constantly stretching her tiny legs to their full …
My almost eleven month old grandson is finding his voice and although he never uses the actual word, his “no” is crystal clear. Even more than when he shakes his head from side to side, his fits of temper show his frustration with his current situation. He grunts angrily or throws his head back or …
My younger son, Jacob, had a love-hate relationship with surfing. The east coast doesn’t offer much to the enthusiast but after surf lessons with the Eternal Wave Surf Shop in Surfside Beach for his thirteenth birthday and watching hours of YouTube videos, the surf challenged him plenty. We’d load up his gear and head out …
My portacath was the last visible sign of my cancer treatment. Radiation acted on my internal organs in a way I’ll never see with my eyes. Chemotherapy traveling through my bloodstream accessed every cell in my body, targeting stray cancer cells wherever they tried to hide. Multiple scars on my abdomen are visual reminders of …
What does cancer look like? What does it smell like, or taste like or feel like? To me, it feels like melting and it smells like the inside of an N95 mask during a four hour chemotherapy session. Even after I’m home and the mask is off, it’s the metallic taste that coats my tongue; …
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