Amy Leebrick

Waiting.

Oct 20, 2020 Waiting. It started when we were kids. The waiting drove us crazy as we in turn drove our parents crazy. The “Are we there yet” and “How many more days til Christmas” questions were as plentiful as VHS tapes in the eighties. After more questions than we could count and our parentsContinue reading “Waiting.”

Reminiscing Norman Rockwell

Sept 10, 2020 I remember the first time I saw a Norman Rockwell painting. I was probably 11 or 12 years old at the time, and I was so captivated that I asked my parents for a book of his paintings for Christmas. I laughed at his candid depictions of childhood, and little did IContinue reading “Reminiscing Norman Rockwell”

Homeschool Day

Sept 9, 2020 I don’t know about everyone else, but we’ve had an especially riveting day of homeschool. Here are a few highlights… Emmett started out strong until he got an ear cramp and then it was all downhill from there. (Yes, I didn’t know ear cramps existed either.) I praised Everett for spelling allContinue reading “Homeschool Day”

Graceful Monday

Aug 31, 2020 Mondays are the toughest. All chores that were neglected over the weekend surmount and span into every space of my house, leaving no corner kempt. Snack wrappers, yogurt containers, coins, treasures, rocks, puff balls, stringing beads, crayons, bits of paper, old French fries, gobs of squished blueberry, and dirty single socks areContinue reading “Graceful Monday”

Far-fetched Faith

Aug 30, 2020 I thought about how far-fetched it all sounded. Did I really believe that God created a world with Adam and Eve in a garden and that all was peaceful until a tricky snake caused humans to sin? It sounded fanciful and ridiculous to my common sense. All my life the stories fromContinue reading “Far-fetched Faith”

Finding Faith

But Have Not Love

Aug 16, 2020 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘭. 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵Continue reading “But Have Not Love”

Memaw’s Party Pickles

July 30, 2020 There is a first time for everything. And this is my first year making cinnamon party pickles like my grandmother used to make. Growing up they were the favorite canned vegetable of all the kids. And I use the term “vegetable” loosely. Nevermind the wholesome field peas or the healthy tomatoes, itContinue reading “Memaw’s Party Pickles”

Life is a Blessing

July 21, 2020 I remember the blackberry picking excursions and mom’s silent prayers that we wouldn’t encounter a snake as we wound our way through briers and came home covered in deliciously staining blackberry juice. I remember the many times we walked acres of plowed sweet potato rows finding flint and quartz arrowheads, old marbles,Continue reading “Life is a Blessing”

I Can’t Handle It (and that’s okay)

July 15, 2020 Are you ready to give up today? Yeah. Me too. And that’s okay. It’s okay because we weren’t made to handle everything. Often we have unrealistic expectations of ourselves. “Relax,” we say. But when we stop to relax, we simply lie there worrying about all the things we should be up doing.Continue reading “I Can’t Handle It (and that’s okay)”