Janet is the author of the book, The Parent's Guide to Uncluttering Your Home, released in 2011 through Atlantic Publishing. A wife and mother of three, Janet currently writes from Vine Grove, Kentucky on such topics as faith, family, and forever. She writes for Nashville Arts & Entertainment Magazine among other publications, and is an aspiring novelist.
For additional information on Janet, visit her website at http://janetmorrisgrimes.com.
James Curtis Lewis was a man who loved and served his family well. Like a great book, he led a life that satisfies the soul.
With the love of family already embedded in him, his great-grandson, Walker James, is picking up where his great-grandfather left off.
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Even during this unpredictable year, the month of October still has a fascinating way about her. A crispness in the air. A fresh start. A much-anticipated change in weather, routine and outlook. The arrival of
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From this day forward. Wow! Thirty-six years of marriage. How is this possible? I think back to our vows taken on that day, heading down the aisle as the clueless kids we proved to be.
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Dear God, People say we made it worse. They say the same about Me. They accuse of hatred and a curse. Just keep loving, so they may truly see. Sometimes I wonder if You mourn.
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I find myself perched in the perfect spot on the timeline of my life. I can finally let go of any perceived letdowns or guilt of the past, and fully embrace the future with whatever energy I can muster up. I’m well past the midpoint, I’m sure.
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Recent photos of empty streets and parking lots leave me feeling uneasy. Playgrounds and ballfields. Stadiums and universities. Restaurants and doctor’s offices. School buildings and churches. Where did everybody go? I know how this happened,
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Dear God, You okay up there? By all appearances, your world has gone mad. Panicked in a way I’ve never seen. Our nightly television screens remind us how we’ve declined so quickly. Grocery store shelves
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On a recent road trip. I took note of the trees that dotted the brown, barren hills as I passed through. Lonely little trees without leaves. Bare. Naked. Twisted and jagged. Bumpy and exposed. Braced
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My son cradles his boy,
his soul and his heart.
Adventurers and warriors,
So prepared for the part.
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I have the distinct advantage in this. Since I lost my own father when I was a baby, I get to choose. I spent my whole life watching Daddies in action, studying them to determine what characteristics I’d most need in a father.
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