Bloopers to Blessings Devotionals

Burnt Bellies & Unmentionables At The Office

       Many years ago, when we were still raising our family, my husband worked for a company that insisted on ‘ white shirt suit and tie’ business apparel.  That meant that even with some perma-press shirts ( that always needed some touch up back then) I spent considerable time ironing.  At first, as a young bride, I tended to resent this pastime. My dad had been a scaler who rolled and measured logs out o...

It’s not just a temper! You are an uncut Wild Jem

For ALL my strong Ladies!

Just so you know, you are not the only one !

I am learning that when God calls strong Men, they have strong powerful women, unfortunately often willful un-submissiveness, and overbearing and stubborn. Your thinking “ya that is my curse a tongue”! Well you know, there is a reason you are so strong natured. The truth is you were chosen for that purpose that strength, you were hand picked to be his wife, bec...

Thoughts Worth Sharing

“Hey wait for me!”

  During voice lessons, while preparing a little boy to sing a song about a squirrel, I asked him what the little squirrels were doing at this time of the year, and we agreed that they were gathering food for the winter. I then asked him, where they kept all of their acorns and nuts? With wide eyed innocently, he replied: “In their refrigerators”.

My husband, who was passing by remarked:” Those poor little squirrels would have a hard t...

The Squeaky Chicken ( For Moms and kids)

  Years ago, we had a little white dog named Goldie.  Goldie was very playful and had lots of toys.  Every once in a while she got a favorite.  Often it was one of her green tennis balls.  She would get attached to one of them and wouldn’t  go after any other ball, even though they looked exactly the same to us, she knew  the difference.

 When she was attached to one thing, she had to carry it with her wherever she went.  At bedtime if the favo...

                                                                                     THE PRETTY RED SHOES

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When I was a little girl, about seven or eight years old, I learned an important lesson.   Back in those days children often wore a type of shoe called a saddle shoe.  They were called ‘saddle shoes’ because the white shoes that tied up with laces had a blue piece of leather across the middle that looked a little like a horse’s saddle. 

  Each fall when I had grown out ...