Welcome to Pam’s Pen, your weekly journey through the tapestry of life where I blend personal anecdotes with timeless Biblical truths. Each installment reveals the miraculous workings of God’s love, illuminating the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life. As we traverse this path together, you may find echoes of your own experiences and encounters with God. So, grab your favorite beverage, settle in, and let’s embark on this adventure of faith, reflection, and discovery. Who knows? You might just discover a familiar face or a shared moment in the pages of our stories. Welcome aboard!
Thanksgiving Past
Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for the blessings of God. School children don Pilgrim attire and reenact the first Thanksgiving. Pre-schoolers dress as turkeys and Pilgrims and sing songs about being grateful. We all celebrate in different ways. One such memory...
Back to School
There’s a freshness to the air this time of year. Parents are checking off lists, figuring out new schedules, and giving a sigh of relief. It will be short-lived, but for now, they feel things will settle down. Children are squeezing out every last bit of the freedom...
The Night the Fireworks Backfired
As a child, I always looked forward to July 4th. There was always a huge family gathering of aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmothers, and other friends and family. The men always tried to outdo one another in how many fireworks they brought. The year I will never forget...
The Ride
As newlyweds, Steve and I enjoyed living in the rural countryside of Morgan County, Alabama. We married in 1975, and his first cousin married in 1976, which began a lifetime of memories that the four of us would share as we started our married lives together. Jerry...
PJ
Like most families, we had an array of pets. When my children were small, we got a little terrier mix named PJ, who lived a long and happy life as a beloved family member. PJ was a neighborhood favorite. He wore a sweater in the winter and would sometimes shed it if...
The Day We Learned About Stranger Danger
There was no such thing as “stranger danger” when I grew up in the late 1950-60's. We lived in a more innocent time. Parents didn’t need to watch their children as closely as they do now. Children were allowed to roam the neighborhood freely because every mother on...
Taddybocus
I loved the stories my grandmother told about my mother growing up during the 1930’s. Mom loved to pretend she was a ballerina. She would use the potato hill as her stage and always got reprimanded for doing so. She could not resist the temptation and continued to...
Cracked Pots
Have you heard the phrase "God uses cracked pots?" A wise and funny comedian coined that phrase many years ago, and her story made a lasting impression on me. We all have cracks because we all make mistakes. We sin, make wrong choices, say or do the wrong thing at the...