Joann Claypoole is an author, speaker, and former spa-girl entrepreneur. She's a wife, mother of four sons, “Numi” to four grandchildren, doggie-mom of two. The award-winning author of The Gardener’s Helper’s (ages 5-9 MJ Publishing2015) would rather be writing, hiking in the mountains, or inviting deer and other wildlife to stay for dinner near her western NC writing retreat. Visit her website: joannclaypoole.com and Wordpress blog: https://joannclaypoole.wordpress.com/
You are not alone in all these mysteries … When all is lost. Have you ever had one of those days when you felt the life drain out of you and you were totally done?
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“Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn’t know you had and dealing with fears you didn’t know existed.” ~ Linda Wooten …Whenever I think about all the fantastic Mother’s Day celebrations my family
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If spring is the door to summer’s glory, why is it that Mother Nature sometimes hesitates to step inside? ~ Me. Carolina clay and a little secret sauce I’ve been knee deep in the Carolina
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“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.” ~ Lady Bird Johnson The way of birds, flowers, and hope Birds, unlike you and me, listen to each whisper on the wind. Every morning throughout the seasons, they
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. . . Can it be all we need is love? What if living love really can change the world? Debated by theologians, scholars, songwriters, and eternal dreamers like me, the enormity of this question
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It is Christmas every time you let God love others through you. ~ Mother Teresa The Gift Every year (usually), only moments after our family’s Thanksgiving tableware is done drying, the Christmas season is officially
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If my gratitude is sincere, it is an act of worship. Songs and prayers of thanks and praise resonate within my soul and rise above the mountaintops, toward heaven . . . Sincere gratitude and
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Rustle, rustle, autumn’s here. So, wander in the magic, and keep hope near. —Angie Weiland-Crosby Remembering the seasons, and letting go I’ve noticed, with each passing year, the seasons slip away like youth, my figure,
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Lead us Lord, to Your mountain, into the deep woods where shallow pools beckon us to kneel beside still waters. This place formed by grace. Where You take us away from fear that comes in
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May we grow and learn even in a place where peace and sorrow meet
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