Frankly, February

Judging by January, time still flies.

It was the last day of January. My oldest son’s birthday made me marinate in memories-the day of his birth, childhood memories, and all the places he and his family have lived since joining the Air Force. Thoughts of he and his brother, their wives and kids, and our memories kept me warm. Judging by January, my heart is still soft. Tears fell (I’m mushy sometimes). “Am I being selfish because we’re not in the same time zone anymore?” It’s hard to give yourself grace to feel in a world with so much hurt. Judging by January, life still hands the unexpected. It’s February?

Frankly, February seems hard to fathom. Ah, February. The month of love.

From the fires to devastating air tragedies—from world tension to tyrannical tendencies—how does one even find faith or hope? My heart is saddened by these situations. Frankly, I can’t FATHOM the loss in such tragic ways! How are we supposed to react?

I’m not going to put my head in the sand and pretend horrific things don’t happen. But I’m not going to spiral in unsettling circumstances. I will pray daily for those who have lost loved ones. For those closest in my life, in my circle, I will reach out and tell them (& SHOW) I love them.

In the 25 schools, with hundreds of kids, I’ve witnessed new trends (or new normals?). This isn’t a blanket observation about every school or room. Yet, many rooms I’ve experienced have calming centers, chair, or rooms. Without going into detail, one situation was beyond aggressive. Kids yelling at authority, ignoring, and having (what other teachers call) “breakdowns.” I’ve been there. I’ve been at the end-of-my-rope. Depression, loss of self-worth, and feelings of abandonment. Life stages and circumstances can grow you or grind at you. There are plenty of people that might tell you what you’re doing wrong. Yet, do you feel HEARD? Do you feel you BELONG? Rather than trying to “fix” others, why not just …listen? Teachers are scrambling trying to control behaviors and teach standards. What if teamwork, cooperation, and kindness were standards? Working together as a team despite differences? One school has the kids sit in rows, another school the kids are dancing on cafeteria tables working in groups. Is either right or wrong? Twenty-five schools, leaders, and thousands of kids make up the largest district in Missouri. Each school has their own culture, environment, and norms. It didn’t take me long to even notice dress trends in different schools. All in one city. One city in a county. One county in a state. One state in a country. One country in the world. I’m just one out of 8 billion. So how should I react?

“God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.” –C.S Lewis

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” –Franklin D. Roosevelt

“But love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and reward will be great, and you will sons of the Most High, for his is kind to the ungrateful and the evil.” Luke 6:35

“True humility is not thinking less of yourself. It’s thinking of yourself less.”

C.S. Lewis

Keep the faith 💚


Good News to Choose!

TODAY is my amazing Dad’s birthday! Happy birthday, Dad! To know him is to love and respect him. His heart might be weak, but his inner strength remains. I’m blessed to celebrate another year with him. There’s been so much sickness and judging by January (;-), I wasn’t immune to an upper respiratory infection. My recovery has required medication and inhalers. I’m moving in the right direction. My flight to D.C. and scans/bloodwork/dr’s visits at the National Cancer Institute is scheduled for early March. My bone pain management plan has been established. Life is evolving and I continue to grow. As I’ve “expanded”, my world has also “shrunk”. I’m sticking to my Year Makeover goals. God is still working miracles! There’s freedom in choosing to control only what you can control. It’s old wisdom to put first things first. Be careful out there. There’s a lot of noise, traffic, and hate. Remember that you are loved. YOU are HIS BELOVED. You don’t have to worry about being polished or popular. Don’t stress over others’ opinions or oppositions. If you’re being chased by something that isn’t Christ-minded or life-giving, stop running and stand your ground. Allow your feet to be firmly planted in the root of truth (CHRIST!) and goodness. It can be done without waging war. Don’t compromise your values or beliefs–you’ll end up in confusion or chaos.

Frankly, February, I’m fallible, but I won’t fold. I don’t have to “fit”. They’ll be football, family, and faithful gatherings- failures, fact-checking, and fatigue. I’ll celebrate the fact you’re short like me!

Faith? Life might try to dissolve mine, but it’s fixed.

It’s not fluid or faded…

frankly, my faith won’t falter.

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Diamond Duo

Diamonds in the rough? This duo is priceless!

Larry and Darlene Hale 6/12/64

 From a diamond ring to a ball diamond. Glitter, glitches, gyms, and gloves. Forgiveness, humor, grit, and God’s love. What does it take to stay in the game so long?

C’mon in and pull up a chair if you’re interested in the love story I’m going to share. If you’re hungry, Momma will feed you. Keep your fork in case you want dessert. So, how did it all start?

“Who’s that girl with my sister”? he thought. “Is that your brother?” she asked her best friend.

It was 1960-something. A sport-loving history-seeking teenage boy wondered about his sister’s best friend. She was a preacher’s daughter with 4 brothers and a sister (between the Hale’s and the Wilson’s there were enough siblings for a slow-pitch softball team).

With permission from her Dad, the brown-eyed, brown-haired homecoming queen met the good-looking ball-playing jock at Felix’s Cafe on Main Street. A homecoming court became a church ceremony after she graduated from high school, and he, Drury College.

On June 12th, 1964, Darlene, escorted by her brother Ronnie, walked down the aisle. Larry stood at the altar next to his soon-to-be father-in-law, the preacher. “Bless this House” and the “Lord’s Prayer” added music to memory. Family members gathered around to support and celebrate. The “I Do’s” turned to “Play Ball” the next day (Moberly, Mo–a great place for a honeymoon!). Larry took his place on the field with Mom in his heart. Mom took her place in the stands and hasn’t left his side since.

He coached and stole bases along with her heart. She’s been a wife, mom, and chef from the start!

Their lives represent a mix of melodies. From Conway Twitty & Ray Price to Ernie Haase and Signature Sound. Shall we sing “In the Garden,” “I Want to See Jesus,” and “Sheltered in the Arms of God”? Daddy, you’ll sing bass or tenor. Momma will sing alto and all of us—find your perfect part!

“Blessed be the tie that binds,
Our hearts in Christian love.
The fellowship of kindred minds,
Is like to that above."

Memories, new and old, are cherished. There are trials and tributes. Tears mixed with laughter. Setbacks and success. Disease and dedications. Commitments and crises. Through it all, love remains.

60 years. 720 months. 21,915 days. 525,960 hours. 31,557,600 seconds. Over a billion dirty dishes, wishes, and squishes (and kisses?).

“What’s the secret?”, I asked. “Your Mom’s patience,” Dad answered. You’ll hear them talk about how difficult it is to grow old. They’re hard on themselves because they can’t do what they used to do. Yet, they count their blessings. And faith? God and faith are the glue that has kept this couple rock solid through the shifts and storms. Now that’s Amazing Grace! Your commitment, through it all, is a “cut above the rest”.

If That Isn’t Love,” I don’t know what is!

Happy 60th anniversary, Mom and Dad. Do you REALLY know how LOVED YOU ARE?

Music sweetens stale air. Melodies make memories in the mundane.

K.L. Hale

Have faith 🤍


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Two on a Tuesday!

A graceful gift arrived

Before summer’s end.

For the Snook family,

it was a perfect blend.

Three became four 

As the family grew.

A precious girl joined

Her brother age two.

The wonder and delight,

The hustle and joy,

Long nights and routines,

A girl and a boy.

The laughter and giggles,

The attention and love.

Exhaustion with grit,

There’s help from above.

Four hands are needed,

To play and to hug.

To feed and change her,

And at times to unplug.

A brother counted

her ten little toes.

And ten little fingers,

The love still grows.

She’s happy and sweet,

And loves to grin.

She’s curious and cute,

With her dimpled chin.

She sees and observes,

to learn and grow.

As an Alaskan baby

she definitely knew snow!

Where does time go?

For now, you're two.

You’re curious and independent

Look at all you can do!

Your brother's now four,

you follow his lead,

Yet you dance your own dance,

Space is all that you need!

A Momma’s angel,

Daddy’s little girl,

Your brother’s playmate

And a family pearl.

You light up our screens,

and shine so bright

You’re our youngest girl,

And a family's delight! 

K.L. Hale (a.k.a. “Grammy K” of Missouri)



Happy birthday, Ainsley Grace.

My 3 delights went from 1, 2, and 3, to 2, 3, and 4! Time. Where does it go? We can all share this sentiment, I know.


Have you heard of NET, yet? 🦓

Friends, my records were sent to the National Cancer Institute several weeks ago. Last week I found out my case had been escalated. Once deemed inoperable, I found out last night that a leading oncology surgeon believes me to be a surgical candidate. Within the next two weeks, we will Telehealth. There are many unknowns. My blood will need to improve. He will need a new MRI. My bone mets can be treated with radiation (I had some external beam radiation on my back, hip, and pelvis last year, but with the aggressive chemo and other radiation, it was too much at one time). Currently, I’m battling digestive issues. Quite possibly a combination of everything has slowed down my system. Do I even move forward with treatment if surgery is an option? As you all know, my blood has a hard time recovering from treatments. When I first learned of this rare cancer, I knew from research (and others that have this) that surgery was the #1 treatment. Due to my metastasis, it was not an option. Until now. I know the unexpected could occur again. We might meet and do more scans; the decision could change. My hope never fades. For when an opportunity arises, in which God aligns, they work for HIS GOOD.

This is a game-changer. A life changer. Do I have fear? It will be a big surgery—but I have a BIG GOD and HUGE FAITH! As a friend shared, I’m at the batter’s box waiting to approach the plate. This could be a home run! Tears stream down my face thinking of this miracle. I’ve taken a 7th-inning stretch and a break at base camp. For years faith has seen me through. With it, I can continue the journey so that my 3 little grands, my two amazing sons and bonus daughters, my parents, my sisters, my niece and nephew, all of my family,…all of you my friends, can see that… faith without works is the only thing that dies without hope.

Have faith💚

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Tuesday Thoughts

As I was reflecting on a beautiful weekend yesterday, my thoughts were filled with thankfulness. And then,…media was mobbed by a slap seen around the world. Meanwhile, a war still rages, families are struggling, and rage is not rare. I’ll keep first things first and position for peace. 💛

Through the eyes of a child

My Saturday began with a visit to our local Children’s Art Show (thank you Table Rock Art Guild). The children, and their parents, were walking around with such pride! I found the self-portraits particularly interesting and beautiful. You might notice the same things I did. They were authentic and true. Their eyes see everything. There’s nothing to hide in this http://www.world.com existence. But with it, they also “see” things that they might not otherwise. Kids…the perfect balance of faith and dreams.


Through the reflections of adults

The family table had its day. Thankfully, aunts, uncles, and us “young ones” (all cousins more than middle age now) gathered together. There are always missing chairs, but we manage to keep it crowded. Dad sat at the head of the table, a perfect place. We reflected on life, love, and loss. Hope and faith pulled up chairs. Laughter was a welcomed guest! Looking back…don’t linger, make it meaningful, and if you can, ruminate only on the radical recoveries!

One day my friends we won’t need faith and hope anymore. For if you believe, you’ll only be lavished in love.

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Have faith 💚