Life of Eucharisteo

It must have happened when I blinked. Could thirteen years have passed already? Wasn’t it just yesterday that I left her in that Kindergarten classroom? A little girl sitting in a big desk. Legs dangling. Little hands holding the back pack that was bigger than she was. Her little lip quivering and me making a quick exit so that she wouldn’t see my own quivering lip. Surely just a few short weeks have passed since we walked down the halls of this small country school on the way to the start of her first day. The same halls of the same country school that hold all of my childhood memories. The halls that saw lifelong friendships form. Saw fights and make-ups. Witnessed first loves and held the deepest of secrets.  I love that we share these halls in common. Every nook and cranny of this old building. The same sights and smells. Same cafeteria. Even the same color paint on the bathroom stalls. All memories binding us closer. I see her with her friends in th...

I could have missed this. This morning I wake up before everyone else and start my day. (The Proverbs 31 woman is patting me on the back.) I could have made the choice to start laundry or write grocery lists. Instead I chose time alone with my Lord and His Word. In return I got peace for my day plus an added bonus. You see because I was sitting with God this morning, I had a lap to offer to my littlest when she woke up unexpectedly. Had I been up and busy I would have shooed her off to the couch or the breakfast table. Then I would have missed the blessing of rocking my sweet almost 4 year old girl back to sleep. Counting my gifts today. This one is at the top of my list. What's on your list today? Don't have a list? You should most definitely start one. Counting thanks leads to Him and He is the key to unending joy. Thankful for moments like these, Tracey <><

The girls are gone. It’s just us. We sorta stop and stare at each other for a minute with these confused looks on our faces. The same question running through our head. “What’s that sound?” (Silence) and “What do we do now?” It’s not often that we find ourselves together alone. So of course we do what all couples would do that find themselves in this situation. We go to our local home improvement store. What says romance more than a trip to Lowes. My hubby is a worker bee, and he loves to get me involved in whatever he’s working on at the time. I really don’t mind, because after 15 years of marriage I’ve learned that this is just how his brain is wired. So I go with it. We stroll thorough the aisles of tools and hardware, electrical and plumbing. Romance at it’s best. (Hee Hee) I love watching him as he ponders over the drill bits. He’s got so much going on in that head of his. I don’t know how he keeps it all straight. He really is our r...

Well folks, this time tomorrow I should be headed South! Back to the land where milk and honey flows in the form of sweet iced tea and Southern drawls. My land, where the mosquitoes are a big as hummingbirds and the whippoorwills sing you to sleep. The place that holds a piece of my heart in its white sand beaches and blue green seas. It’s the place where I was born. The place where I was raised. It’s the place where I met my husband and bore my children. The place where I met Jesus. I’m so thankful for the opportunities that my little family has to travel these 50 states. We count it a privilege to be able to see all of the things that this great nation has to offer. But after all of our travels, it’s so nice to cross that state line and read those sweet words that seem to sing to us….”Welcome to Sweet Home Alabama.” Back home to friends and family….to friends that we consider family. It’s funny how two months can seem so short and so long at the same...