You see them on the school bus.
Two children who sit together all that time.
It was fortuitous that they sat together that first day.
After a while, a friendship began.

They giggle at the same things.
They finish each others sentences.
They look out the window and wave to make sure their friend sees where they are sitting.
They whisper in tones that only a friend can understand.

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I could see it as I opened the blinds in the bedroom.
I could see something odd beyond the end of our driveway.
It was our trash and recycling day.
I noticed that the trash truck had already come.

The trash is always picked up before 7:00 am.
I saw our large trashcan moved neatly to the side.
The recycling, along with some flattened boxes, had yet to be picked up.
Whatever I was seeing was not on our lawn but rather on the street.

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I was given a gift many years ago that still hangs in my kitchen.
It is a primitive heart painted with a checkerboard pattern.
It has raffia ribbon tied at the top.
It has one important hook right at the center of the heart.

This primitive heart came with accessories.
There are twelve accessories to be exact.
These twelve pieces are hung on the hook in the center of the heart.
Each piece is placed on the hook at the beginning of the month.

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I teach Bible study in my home every other Wednesday.
It is a joy and a privilege to have the women here so we can dive into the Word of God together.
Some of the young mothers have small children who come to my home as well.
I have hired two, sweet home-schooled girls to care for them.

The children come in and know immediately where the basement door is located.
They know that the toys are waiting for them.
The same toys that my children played with all those years ago.
The same toys that I rotate each time they come, so they always have something different.

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Whispers of His Movement will publish the first post of the New Year on January 4, 2017 if God allows. This will give me a few extra days to spend time with my family. Listen to God as He whispers in your daily life. Blessings and joy in the New Year.

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I think we can safely say that women have more shoes than men.
Women have shoes that go with a specific outfit.
Women have casual shoes, dress shoes, and walking shoes.
Women’s shoes are as much a fashion statement as the actual outfit itself.

If you asked women they would admit that many of their shoes are not comfortable.
A woman will admit that she bought the shoes for the way they looked, not the way they feel.
A woman will have her go-to comfortable shoes.
A woman will have her standard sneaker, which is not just for exercise.

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Our oldest son moved to Washington, DC one year ago.
He was beginning to work at a law firm.
After three years of law school and one year of clerking in federal court, he was ready to begin.
My husband sees him whenever he goes to Washington, DC on business.

For me, it is another story.
I wanted to give him time to settle in before I went down to see him.
However, about a month after he moved there, our daughter became engaged.
Two weeks after her engagement, our youngest son got engaged.

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Anyone who knows me, knows that I am directionally challenged.
I cannot read a map.
I need landmarks to point me in the right direction.
I am an auditory person rather than a visual person so that is part of the problem.

It is not a problem for me, since I am used to it.
It is a problem for others who think that giving me a map is going to help me in any way.
Visual people do not understand auditory people.
We are an enigma and we are a minority.

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How I wanted a fountain pen.
I was in elementary school, in the fourth grade.
The year before we had learned cursive writing; now everything was to be written that way.
I laid out all my arguments as to why a fountain pen would help me write cursive better.

I wanted a blue fountain pen.
I also wanted a pack of extra ink cartridges.
I already knew how to change the ink cartridge.
I watched other people replace the ink in their own pens.

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Do you ever think about the fact that we walk around on autopilot?
Take for instance the question we hear and ask about a hundred times a day.
How are you?
The question is innocent enough except few of us wait for the answer.

How are you? Has become the greeting of choice.
It is similar to, It looks like rain.
It is said without really expecting a response.
It is a nicety, a courtesy; it is our go-to question.

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