Most mornings I wake at 6:30. Not because I want to, but because I set an alarm and that’s when it goes off. Stupid alarm. Sometimes I hit snooze. Okay. Most times I hit snooze. Five minutes. I just need five more minutes. By 6:40, I’m up, the coffee is grinding, and I’m preparing my […]
The Story Behind the Picture: Mother and Mickey
The Story Behind the Picture: In early 2008, Mother mentioned that she had always wanted to go to Disney World. The fact that I lived so close by gave me the perfect opportunity to get tickets. Then, I attended an event where I won two all-day passes to any Disney Park. I called Mother on […]
Lessons Learned in Ireland: Day One–Tipperary
I went to Ireland for the first time in 2019 and left with a plan to return two years later. Of course, that didn’t happen, COVID being what it was . . . But when world returned to something akin to normal, a plan was hatched. Before I get into the second trip, let me […]
The Story Behind the Picture: Tel Hazor, Israel
by Eva Marie Everson On a crisp September morning in 2001, I stood beside my husband in the middle of 5th Avenue, New York City, as a plume of smoke rose to the south. We were both in shock; the morning’s events were beyond anything we could have imagined would happen to us during our […]
Sometimes …
Sometimes He calms the storm . . . and sometimes He calms His child. Whatever storm you may be in right now–or you may be in sometime in the future–God is there. If you “shush,” and “be still” (Psalm 46:10), you can hear Him. His voice often comes as a whisper (1 Kings 19:12), but […]
A Tribute to Lucinda Secrest McDowell
Dear Lucinda, Cindy. For years, whenever I drove through Thomasville (your hometown), I’d send a text message to you (later on, never while driving) saying, “Guess where I drove through today!” You’d know, of course. You’d answer back, “Thomasville!” The City of Roses had always been a connection for us, but it wasn’t our only […]
A Single Act of Kindness
Eva Marie Everson My friend Michelle and I went to Park Avenue recently. “Park Ave” as the locals call it, is a lovely brick-street section of Winter Park, Florida with specialty shops and restaurants predominately on one side and a park on the other. The shops have enticing window displays with front doors shaded by […]
Body Surfing
Last night a memory came to mind. In this memory, I am a teenager, piled into the back of a pickup truck, helping to hold my best friend’s hip-length hair against the wind so it won’t knot, listening to CCR blaring from the opened windows of the cab. We’re headed to Tybee Island. To the […]