The “feels like” temp had been hovering around the 118° mark for weeks. But it was Monday, and Monday is Grocery Day! Pat and I…
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Author: Angie Clayton
Angie Clayton is an author, speaker and blogger who has a passion for ministering to the grieving. Some of her writing reflects those experiences. She is a storyteller, and her blog, Framing the Days, is rich with diversity. She has a ministry of presence, and spends much time with grieving women. Her blog shares with you the joys and beauty of both the mountain tops and the valleys of her life. Her book, “Peering into the Tunnel: An Outsider’s Look into Grief,” is a collection of real stories, as well as helpful suggestions for how to come alongside someone who is grieving.
Angie has been married to Greg for over three decades, and they especially enjoy time spent with their grandkids.
“So take this seriously. The Lord has chosen you to build a Temple as His sanctuary. Be strong, and do the work.” (1 Chronicles 28:10)…
I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure what happened to June. It just … disappeared! My grandkids are in the school-free zone til…
Yesterday I got to talk about my autoimmune condition on a tv show! It was such a great experience. Here is the link if you’d…
So I had a birthday last week. Number 59 in case you were wondering. Birthdays don’t bother me much (although 60 might be another story),…
(Note: This is a repost from April 2011.) I got to wondering last night what Saturday was like for Jesus’ disciples. These days, we tend…
Here’s an interesting question: What would you like to put in storage? It started out as a fun writing prompt that went somewhere I didn’t…
I came across this poem the other day that touched my heart and broke it at the same time. It says, in part: we thought…
They came. My sweet young friend Abigail, broken and battered these days. Her so-special Downs daughter Belle who is 6, and her sassy sweet I’m-17-even-though-I’m-only-8 year…
[This is a follow up to my last post, Let them drop. It was written last fall, and I just found it, buried in a…