Author Archives: Becky Dingle

Dear Reader: In between all the Louise Penny detective series of novels…I squeezed in this book that I had been wanting to read (for quite awhile) over the weekend. Lassie had it on her table in the living room and … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: My butterfly bush (Beauty Berry) is loaded down with grape-shaped clusters of berries. I sat outside for awhile yesterday looking to see if any butterflies were drawn to it  (since it is covered in purple clusters) but none … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: Trying to “one-up” Honey Burrell when it comes to surcie giving…is a lesson in futility. No one will ever do it…for every gift or card you send…it comes back ten-fold. It is just who Honey is…deep down inside … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: When I saw this message on the Wakendaw Lakes’ neighborhood bill board (John and Mandy’s neighborhood)  I had to smile and nod in agreement. Summer should get a speeding ticket! Even now, as a retired school teacher, empathy … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: So many times, as I am going through just a normal day, I feel a need to stop and send God a thank you note because of something I saw or heard around me. In a perfect world … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: Making sense of life…now that’s a tall order isn’t it? I believe that is what I am most interested in discovering in our next world. I can hardly wait to show God my list of unexplained sorrows and … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: One of my favorite authors, Madeleine L’Engle, kept a forty-day journal about learning to listen to God in prayer and then had it published. At the end of the fortieth day, she wrote a thought-provoking piece of prose … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: I do believe that music is one of the greatest gifts God added to His universe. It is hard for me to imagine a world without sound…but even harder for me to imagine it without song. I think … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: It was while watching Rutledge try to pat Dakota, the sweet lab that lives next door to me through the fence, that some memory set my neurons tingling. Wasn’t there a story about a man and a dog … Continue reading →

Dear Reader: I have read several of Marianne Williamson’s book or excerpts from them and they never cease to give me an “Aha” moment. When I came across this quote I thought to myself it was just what my brother, … Continue reading →