Tears in a Bottle

Posted by Belinda Howard Smith on April 17, 2017 in Relationships |

Seventeen years ago we buried my daddy. Today, I intermittently bawl like a baby as rain falls from the sky and I wonder if God is crying too. He sees my every tear and saves them in a jar. Today is more difficult because I am removing another piece of Daddy from my shelves. It’s […]

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Seventeen Bottles of Catsup

Posted by Belinda Howard Smith on March 4, 2015 in Musings, Telling Your Stories |

Few things brought Daddy greater delight than finding something on-sale. He was the grocery shopper in our large family and scoured the newspaper grocery ads like a pro. He’d come home with several paper bags filled with groceries and unload the contents on the table. Then like a checker in reverse he reeled off, “I […]

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