• Bereavment colunm: The master healer


    The older I get, the more I realize that people tend to develop their own distinctive doctrines in life.
    In general, people will take a truth and alter it to comfortably fit it into their own understanding or habits. The problem with this adaptation is that one day that which we have justified, almost always, inconveniently justifies itself.

  • Bereavment Column:Gumbo stirs up memories


    Some of my fondest memories as I was growing up are of those spent with my family. Moments in time with parents, grandparents, and great grandparents that were once common are now priceless recollections that I hold dear to my heart.
    Yesterday as I sat in church, I sent out a text to my brother asking him to cook a Cajun dinner for my eldest daughter and her family who are visiting us from the northern states for a week. Fortunately, he graciously accepted, so last night, we traveled from Texas to Louisiana for dinner at his house.

  • Fears for my mother


    Today is a stressful day for me. My mother had surgery this morning. She is not doing quite as well as we had hoped.
    She remains on a ventilator, as she is unable to breathe for herself. I set my alarm clock for an early morning and drove to the city where her surgery was taking place.

  • Music therapists improve lives


    Every day, I see the power of music therapy to improve lives for patients and their families through Big Bend Hospice. I witness patients in pain fall asleep and rest peacefully by the end of their music therapy visit. I see patients with dementia, who can’t recognize their surroundings, sing along with songs and smile at their loved ones. I watch as the breathing of patients with respiratory diseases is eased; often these patients are able to calm and rest more easily after their music therapy visit.

  • Two in a row is good, three is suspicious

    So that you know, I am not suspicious (knock on wood). I take a rather practical approach to life and try my best not to get bent out of shape.
    Tuesday I was engaged in a “project,” when the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage came and brought me an apple fritter. “I thought,” she said rather cheerfully, “that you could use an apple fritter.”

  • When we forgive as we desire to be forgiven

    How many times have you regretted your rude or thoughtless behavior – those moments when your actions simply didn’t reflect your Savior?
    How would those moments have been altered had the person you offended quickly offered you forgiveness and grace?
    Isn’t it possible that those who are rude and thoughtless toward us would benefit if we were quicker to offer mercy to them, too?
    Let’s ask God to help us practice this week’s verse just as much as we would want others to practice it.

  • Paul Hoover was one of the good guys

    By William Snowden

  • Thanks, dear readers

    To whoever bought the groceries for Mr. Webster: Thank you!
    Mr. Raymond Webster said he was in the check-out line at Winn-Dixie and got his wallet out to pay but was told someone had already paid for him.
    It was one of the many loving gestures this community extended to Mr. Webster after we ran a feature about him in the May Wakulla Neighbor.

  • The best way to prevent suicide? Look for signs


    Late last night I received a call from the local area coroner. There was a suicide not far from my home. As I prepared myself for travel to the place of suicide, I said a quick prayer of thanksgiving to my Father in Heaven.

  • New reporter at The Wakulla News


    Many of you already know me, either from my childhood here or as a server at Savannah’s, but for those who don’t, I’d like to tell you about myself.
    I am a native of Wakulla County, literally born here, in an old cabin in the woods of Sopchoppy. That was odd in 1974, and the shocked reaction from people always made me feel special.