PCC Women's Ministry

What a difference six days make!  I was away from home for six days and came back to a Spring garden!  Yes, by Easter Sunday Spring was beginning to bloom.  But as I pulled into my drive just a week later, I almost didn’t recognize my front garden.  Peony grew by a foot (not kidding!) and already two blooms!  The […]

I love the section at the top of Google’s page that’s called AI Overview. Whatever you have just googled it give a nice little summary answer. Behind the scenes Google has looked through the whole internets catalogue of information and put together what it believes is the best answer to your question. You don’t have […]

Do you remember the highly successful marketing campaign of the 1990’s Got milk?  It was fun, innocent, and memorable.   As I came to the last Psalm in Worship & Wisdom, A Study of the Psalms and Proverbs, part 1, it wasn’t milk I was thinking about, but trouble.  Twice in the last week, trouble was a key word for me […]

I’m eating my toast with a fork this morning.  Crazy, right? I have a medical appointment soon so have to dash but I haven’t done breakfast yet and so … toast.  With peanut butter and honey!  And a cup of hot tea.   And then the Lord gives me a thought to share with you and I don’t want to […]

Thank you cards were one of the requirements of my growing up years.  Mom was sort of militant about it.  I so vividly remember that each of us (four siblings) would receive a birthday card from our great Aunt Hilda – with one crisp dollar bill inside!  What joy that envelope sparked when it arrived in our mailbox, […]

It was a dark and stormy night … Do you know this much-cliched opening line for a bad novel?  My memory of this line is not from poorly written novels but from Charles Schulz’ Peanuts character Snoopy (my favorite beagle since childhood). One of Snoopy’s several imagined heroic and/or highly esteemed roles was that of the world famous author […]

I have previously confessed that poetry is intimidating to me.  But just this week it connected in my brain that songs are poetry.  The Psalms are the songbook of the Bible.  Poetry to be sung.  This realization was not necessarily a comfort. I carry my tunes in a bucket.  And I have no rhythm. Don’t feel bad for me or […]

Sometimes I realize I’ve been reading a certain word and skipping right over it.  Not taking a moment to consider what it means in this particular context.  I’m thinking of words I am familiar with … like wait or refuge or shame.  Perhaps those are familiar to you too.  Words used in our common language and society.   We wait for the timer to go off signaling […]