Tag: community
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Praying With Love
When Aunt Carol was having her health issues I felt compelled to ask for prayers. More than once, it seemed like she was closer to heaven’s door than we thought. I found myself huddled over my laptop barely getting through the blog before flooding with tears by the time I posted. Now, like I said…
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A Weekend Twist
Life is always a mess of decisions and actions. The question is how will you make those very decisions and actions. My parents and I get roped into various situations that were thought out with very little thought to begin with. The actions or rather inactions of others have put us into being Grandpa, Grandma…
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A Week of Enormous Moments
Sunday was a big day in itself last week. Not only did I celebrate Homecoming at my parents’ church, I was not only preparing for my church’s Homecoming but for Grandma’s birthday. Choir practice Sunday evening and Tuesday were refreshing times of preparation for me. Not to forget the Ladies Meeting and the dynamic Debate…
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This Weekend
The news told us a month or so ago to be prepared for this weekend as if it would be a holiday weekend. Even the area churches are making a big deal of this. I know one specifically down in Vincennes and even my parents church will be letting people view this auspicious time in…
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The Timing Between Enemy and Savior!
On the local radio station 102.7 I heard a bit of news this morning on my way to the dentist. As soon as they said the Northeast School Corporation and I heard the name memories came back to me. My brothers and I were the last of the Alsman family to graduate from UHS; three…
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Anniversary Memories
Today would have been my Grandpa Leo’s and Grandma Betty’s 77th Wedding Anniversary. This year makes nearly 24 years since she has celebrated the day alone without her other half. I can only understand this to a certain point personally not having the relationship they had. If the number of people at my Grandpa’s funeral…
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Time To Heal
When I first left Fellowship Grandpa Freddy had been gone for two years. No matter where I went in the Church I could see him and tears would consume me for no other reason but the fact I was still mourning. It would take years maybe even an entire decade for me to stop getting…




