Since she was a little baby girl, she had loved the sand and dirt. Her mom would take her out of the stroller and sit her on the ground. There was nothing she loved better than digging her toes into the deep, dark earth and letting the dirt run through her fingers.
Fall Armyworms are on the march. Decisions will need to be made quickly. If are above the thresholds in the morning you need to spray before evening.
I was reminded the other day about a man I met four years ago. He was a 36-year-old man from Eagle Pass, Texas, and he walked into my office on a Tuesday. He had started walking days earlier and after a few rides and a few blisters later he was in deep East Texas.
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This morning, I’m sitting on my gazebo on my new-to-me, Facebook-Marketplace-purchased furniture, sipping my coffee and enjoying the birdsong. To my left and right are a pair of still-blooming rosebushes. Though I’ve had them for several years now, their blooms never fail to surprise me with their beauty.
Stress could easily be expressed as anxiety, fear, pressure, or worry over something in your life. In my own life, dread and stress are synonymous. Things I dread, worry about, or hate doing tend to add stress to my life. They tend to cause me to fret and or get out of sorts.
And God Said, “Melinda, anything we need to talk about?”