By: Jennifer Richardson Holt She was already an older lady when I was young. Since that has been a while back, if I had to wager a guess, there is a good chance she may be walking streets of gold these days. At the very least, I know she doesn’t live where she did then.Continue reading “And Yet the House Still Stands 8/23/2026”
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A Flourishing Thing 8/9/2026
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Everything is flourishing these days. On a morning drive just this week, I took notice as I passed a lush green soybean field, countless thick hay fields, and at least one thriving cotton field dotted with color as blooming was soon to come. There were even shady rows of pecan orchardsContinue reading “A Flourishing Thing 8/9/2026”
When God’s Time Became Our Forever 8/31/2025
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt When I was a little girl imagining my future, I always saw myself getting married. Oddly enough, I didn’t give it nearly as much thought as you might expect. As someone who now delights in fawning over wedding details, you would think I’d had mine planned out well before my firstContinue reading “When God’s Time Became Our Forever 8/31/2025”
Leaving the Zone 9/10/2023
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I am undecided how I feel about progress. To call it a love/hate relationship seems terribly trite, but I don’t know that there is anything that describes it as accurately. I have always been averse to change I suppose. Well of course I say that, but any change that is exceptionallyContinue reading “Leaving the Zone 9/10/2023”
Transition and Transformation 8/21/2022
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I have a love/hate relationship with change. I suppose most people do so I don’t suppose I just shared with you any particularly earth shaking information. It is slightly ironic that there are times I find lack of change very tedious and other times that I find the presence of anyContinue reading “Transition and Transformation 8/21/2022”
The Blowing Winds of Change 5/30/2021
By: Jennifer Richardson Holt Things are changing. There is a deep restlessness somewhere in the inmost fibers of my being that seem to be from a conglomeration of sources. I won’t say that it is fear, at least not in its entirety though some is there, but in the pit of my stomach there isContinue reading “The Blowing Winds of Change 5/30/2021”
Prose and Possibilities 