They named a drink after me.
Usually had it ready the moment they saw my license plate. I’d walk in the door, and the whole group
behind the counter would call my name.
Yes, just like the TV show
Cheers, only in a coffee shop.
It felt good to be known, like
I belonged, like they were glad I was there, like they were waiting for me.
Funny how that works.
You Want to Go Where Everybody Knows Your Name Continue reading
It was a book I threw together.
Something quick for Sunday School to teach the lesson in a
Nothing unusual there. My students are always saying,
never know what’ll happen in Mrs. Daghfal’s class.” Continue reading
With a title like that, I guess I could take this many
“forgetting what lies behind, but pressing on to what’s ahead.” (Phil. 3:13)
After all, it can be dangerous to always have your
eyes in that mirror. Bumpers come up fast.
On the other hand, with five kids in the car, that
mirror often became the eyes in the back of my head.
Parenting can be 24/7. For years. And for much of that time, you labor to work yourself out of the job. But some parts?
My “Mission in Motherhood” Verse (plaque beautifully made by NKTreasures)
They never end.
I’m sure you’ve heard it. At least once.
Recognizing the Gift
“Why isn’t there a Kids’ Day?” Continue reading
I heard it from my grandmother—the question of her day:
Where were you on the attack of Pearl Harbor?
I ran into a friend today, and I started to cry.
No, I didn’t actually
run into her—just the figurative collision. But the crying was real. Continue reading
originally written for my “Family Time” Column in
Fountain of Life Magazine, Jan/Feb 2016
It seems we are a people who love new beginnings.
Turning over a new leaf. Wiping the slate clean. Starting over. Waking up to the dawn of a new day.
From Patty-Cake to Prayers
It was a moment to cherish.
There I sat in her living room watching this precious woman, my grandmother-in-law, play her special version of patty-cake with my fifteen-month-old daughter. I couldn’t understand the words (they were in another language), but the affection was clear.
And I knew I was blessed to be there.
Kids: they’re kind of my thing.
Babies, toddlers,… middle school, high school, college… you get the picture. As a mom, as a teacher, it’s been a natural thing for me to write about. All in my comfort zone.
But since when does God let us get comfortable?