to her, there's no place like home
Written by C. S. Harrison in 1906, this short essay shares the power of “the lovely.” “How precious are thy thoughts to me, Oh God.” The unfolding of the blossom is a revelation of the precious thoughts of God. I am overwhelmed at times with the thought that God has been forgotten in our homes…
It seems to me that a great many of us women when we come to old age, could look back with more pleasure on our lives, had we tried harder to attain true Christian courtesy which means “thoughtful kindness.” Tactlessness can become almost a crime. We have all been more or less guilty of it.…
Everybody is trying to get there first. It is just hurry-scurry from one thing to another. Everybody seems to be wanting something she doesn’t have, and is in a hurry to get it before someone else does. After we do get a thing, we never have time to enjoy it, but just start thinking about…
As much as New Year’s Day is a snore of a holiday for non-partying me, I love starting a new year. A fresh start, a new journal, a chance to start over. I’ve heard it said that the 20s don’t technically begin this year, but actually start in 2021. Maybe that’s correct, but I’ll follow…