Yesterday, we went to my old home church, a very special place for me. My Daddy still sings in the choir and they were doing their Christmas cantata. During the music, they had a little intermission for the children’s sermon, led by a sweet Shepherd, who called the little lambs to the front of the
Just a Crazy Girl Blog
Love in a Pizza
My daughter, Cassie, is 31, and lives alone in Raleigh. She’s working seven days a week between two jobs, and she is physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. A couple of days ago, she was having one of those ‘one thing after another’ kind of days, and in the midst of it, she remembered she had
Door to ’24
She saw a new door up ahead,and a sign on it that read,“Open here, if you want a new chance. If you enter, you will receivesomething wonderful if you believethat you were sent here not by circumstance. Say a prayer as you reach out your hand,pause for a moment, be sure that you can,open the year
Where Are You Parking?
She pulled into the parking lot, hoping to find a space,another day, another week, in this life, this crazy place. There was one labeledFrustration,and one that saidFor the Mad,one said,Park Here, If You Can’t Let Goand one marked justFor the Sad. She drove in slow motion as she passed each of those by,not wanting to
No Bounds
May your tears turn to joy,your frowns turn around,your smile be infectious,your love know no bounds. May you light someone’s dayand make them see hope,may someone go to bed at nightknowing you helped them cope. May your weekend be sassy,your coffee be strong,your happy and joylast all the days long. May your heart feel fullas
In Your Own Hand
Draw a line in the sand,use your own hand,don’t let anyone standin your way. Decide to move on,don’t look back for long,time to sing a new song,it’s a new day. The line is all yoursyou see,you control it,not them and not me,you can draw it lightor as strong as can be,but the line being yours,it
Grains Slipping By
Time is like sandso light in your handpicked up on the breezewith the greatest of ease. No matter how much you try,the grains, they slip by,but what if each one holds a memory,so when you look back, you can truly see,you were living,and you were free,like the sanddancing in the breeze. @traceykingrice2023
I Hope You Have Them
I was thinking about friendship when I went to bed last night and about my friends who made me laugh yesterday. Lord knows, how I love them. Those people who make you smile just by thinking about them. I really hope you have friends in your life who are honest with you even when it
Mess in the Making
I’m a mess in the making,chances I keep taking,to do things on my own,thinking I’m strong enough alone. Often, I don’t even knowthat what I’m doing is even so,because I run full speed ahead,lightly, I don’t know how to tread. Then when I realize what I can’t do,I turn to You, God, I turn to
Watch for Blooms
I hesitate at times to write things as if they’re from God but I hope you know I write them the way my heart believes He would speak to me and to you. Hey God, I don’t want to be disappointed in this crazy life. I want to love it, and I do, but I
Drifting Free
I have a thing about trees. I can’t explain it. There’s this one particular tree on a neighbor’s farm that I’ve photographed 100s of times at sunrise, as in getting in my car at sunrise and racing there to catch it coming up behind that tree. I’ve photographed it with leaves, without leaves, he is
Our Precious Time
I preach and preach to all who will listen (and yell it for the girl there in the back that looks like me) to let things go, especially those little things that hurt me so. Holding on to them is for what? To prove a point, to make sure we get the last word, to
