Hearing Heart Blog

Originally submitted at Chadwick's Denim Riding Skirt 6,6,6,6,8,8,8,8,14,14,14,12,12,12,12,16,16,16,16,14,18,18,18,18,4,4,4,10,10,10 DARK DENIM,DARK DENIM,LIGHT DENIM,LIGHT DENIM Long denim riding skirt sits at the natural waist. Imported. Sweeping hem for a great flattering shape Back zip and button close Misses 35''... Denim Riding Skirt Just what I was looking for! By Kathy D. from Eugene area, Oregon on 10/26/2009   4 out of 5 Fit: Feels true to size Waist: Feels true to size Length: Feels true to length Pros: Comfortable, Flattering, Nice Color, Nice Fabric Best Uses: Casual Wear Describe Yourself: Casual Dresser Comfort vs Style: Comfort Driven I should have trusted my own instincts when I read reviews that stated this skirt should be ordered in a size bigger than usual. My mistake was that I thought the comments meant bigger than the measurements posted! So I ended up with a wonderful garment far too big for me. However, I alter mo

Outside My Window...the evergreens are waving in the wind and the clouds are promising rain. (OK, here it is!) I am thinking...selling our home will be hard, but an exciting adventure as well. I am thankful for...our many years of laughter here, including the antics of my grandsons wrestling their dad and grandpa last night. From the kitchen...we're still cleaning up dried pumpkin guts tracked around by Noah. I am wearing...my most comfortable clothes to fully enjoy my day of rest. I am creating...a plan to trust God better - letting go of my grip to allow Him to lead me into new things. I am going...to stay home and catch up on housework before I start my work with Oregon Medical Group. I am reading... Seed From the East, by Bertha Holt, and Foxe's Book of Martyrs, by John Foxe. I am hoping...I will not forget God's promises to me again - promises of freedom and peace. I am hearing...His sweet reminders of those promises. Staying up late last night, I read journal entrie

My third son was not like me much. He thrived on constant companionship, where I was definitely a person who relished solitude. He would talk to anybody in the store, where I would usually try to avoid excessive contact. If I would turn the shopping cart down an uninhabited aisle and involve myself in choosing the best jam, he would talk to the cans of corn. His self-confidence was more than I had ever seen in a human being, and trying to follow his train of thought made me to wear a question mark on my face every day. I imagine that he thought that was my normal expression, his clueless Mom! He was more than ready to start kindergarten, since his brothers had been in school for 3 years, after all! His first day he spent more than his normal 10 seconds in the bathroom and came out with his largest self-satisfied grin. He had his Sunday shirt on with his clip-on tie. His hair was slicked down; I should say it was mashed down, and his belted pants were pulled up high over his tummy expos