Becky’s Blog
The Chaos Is Coming! One Must-Do for Fighting the Kudzu Craziness of Back to School
Careful now! If you stand still very long in a South Carolina field, a kudzu vine just might curl its little fingers around your...
Blessed Are the Cheerleaders (with or without the Pom Poms)
I have to admit that I haven't always been crazy about cheerleaders. It's probably because the only attention I've ever gotten...
The Little Wise Person I Met on Vacation
Have you been listening to the news much lately? Sometimes when I take in the world with all its pain and division, with its...
How I Wanted to Bop Someone Over the Head at Missions Week and What the Children and Their Minions Taught Me
See these sweet faces? Last Thursday morning while I was supposed to be helping these smart and funny and loving first and...
What’s It Like to Be a Child Refugee and Terrified? Charity Knows.
Charity (not her real name) was six when they burned down her village in the Democratic Republic of the Congo and murdered the...
Dinosaurs, Rings, All Sorts of Blessings!
Who doesn't like to discover buried treasure? Or maybe treasure chucked over the fence and lying out in the open because the...
Before I Die… What Would You Write on the Wall?
Do you know of the Before I Die walls around the USA? I didn't until yesterday, when I tagged along with Todd on his business...
When Baptists Play Host for Ramadan
If you read my title and have the urge to say, "When pigs fly!" then you don't know my Baptist people. In these days when the...
Twenty Kids, A Trail, and My Second Grade Hero
My friend Addison comes to a children's walk downtown prepared! "What a good idea," I said to her as we headed out of church to...
Two Times I Flubbed Up Royally- and the French Flubber I Want to Be
Todd and I had noticed it on our evening walk, a perfect blue egg on the side walk. It must have fallen out of a nest in our...
10 Things My Unkempt Yard Is Trying to Tell Me
Todd and I aren't really yard people. If you live on my street, this will not shock you. But we do like for our yard to be...
“Why Would a Girl Dog Do That to a Pillow?”- and Other Thoughts During My Meditation Fail
I gushed to someone the other day how I was trying to meditate each evening and how great it was going and that she should try...
Tribute Night at the Children’s Hospital
I thought I knew what I was signing up for. I knew it would be sad. How could it be anything else, this annual tribute service...
My Magical, Mystical Moment at Target
Becky encounters a child making friends with a mannequin at Target and asks herself why the moment felt holy.