Phyllis' Blog

Moments and experiences come and go so quickly, and often we fail to see them for their value in our lives. We don’t take time to ponder them and take a second look at them. I believe to find the wonder in the world, we should be taking a second look at simple things. That’s what I like to blog about – those plain, every-day, nondescript moments that can delight us if we but look.


For writers, there is always a story—even a story about something as simple as planting a lemon seed. Since I enjoy taking a second look at simple things to see if there just might be a kernel of Truth or a lesson for me, and perhaps for you, I will tell you the simple story…



NOTE: This is the third in the series of devotional thoughts on the BALM OF GILEAD “Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician here?” Jeremiah 8:22 As we are into month three of the Pandemic of 2020, we tune our eyes and ears to the latest news report, always looking for good…



NOTE: This is the second in a series based on the Balm in Gilead. “Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician here?” Jeremiah 8:22 Well, here we are a full-blown three months into the Pandemic, something we would not have imagined. The first few weeks we were learning about this new enemy,…



INTRODUCTORY NOTE: One of our dear friends, an infectious disease specialist and frontline medical professional, has been leading a drug trial for the drug Remdesivir, which appears to be a successful and viable treatment for the coronavirus. In learning more about this and praying for him and a medicine that would work, I had to…


Carrots, Cabbage and a Command

Well, we’re several weeks into sheltering in place, aren’t we? We’re beginning to recognize a new normal with phone call check-ins and Zoom. Bill and I find ourselves looking forward to deliveries, and we have decided to put the grocery deliverer on our Christmas card list. Sometimes I sit and think how wonderful a Whataburger…


An Easter In Prison

Well, it’s Easter, and it’s an Easter unlike any other that I’ve experienced. The church doors are closed. We cannot be with our family. But somehow this Resurrection Sunday  is more meaningful than it’s ever been. The empty tomb secures my future, and I’m blessed to have beautiful memories of Easters gone by. When I…