Weekly column by Kaelyn Pfenning
Early last week, as I put away my husband’s socks, I saw a jewelry box.
Brad, who was in the room with me, knew what I had seen and decided to give me the beautiful necklace early.
The delicate gold chain holds a heart made of tiny diamonds.
I am so very thankful for the family God has given me.
Brad and I spent Thanksgiving in Anderson, and we shared a meal of turkey, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing and more.
During the meal, we shared our thankfulness to God; I am continually amazed at God’s provision.
Thanksgiving is a beautiful holiday focused on sharing a meal with family.
When my family lived in Vermont, I remember visiting my dad’s family for a big meal.
We moved to South Carolina, and as the four of us children have gotten married, now we try to get as many of us together as are available for a shared meal.
Giving thanks is a good habit for everyone to develop regardless of stage of life, status in society and time of year.
In good times and hard days, remembering what we have been given rather than dwelling on what we do not have can uplift the heart, mind and spirit.
I am thankful for all that God has done in and through me.
On Sunday, our church celebrated with four fellow believers who publicly declared through baptism their being disciples of Jesus Christ.
Rejoicing with new followers is one of the great joys of walking with Christ, and I reflected back on my own journey.
In sharing my testimony, I have often gone back to my parents.
My husband Brad is a master of puns, and I am his apprentice.
As we spend time together, we pick up each other’s habits—some good and some not so good.
One of my favorite habits is the puns Brad whips off so easily.
Storytelling is not as simple as some may think.
Most of us recognize a good story when we hear, read or see one, but for anyone who has ever tried to tell a story in one way or another, the result can often fall short of what we had imagined.
Brad and I watched my four nephews Friday night.
The boys are 2, 4, 6 and 8, and we kept them Friday night to Saturday afternoon to give my sister and her husband some time together, just the two of them.
We drove about 40 minutes to Anderson on Friday afternoon.
I have often heard the phrase, “a great place to live, work and play,” in regards to the City of Greer.
Having worked at The Greer Citizen for more than three years now, I can attest to the great place to work.
While Brad and I don’t have any children of our own yet, I love my nieces and nephews.
Our church is also full of little ones, and I helped out in nursery this past Sunday during the Sunday School hour.
Afterwards, during the message, we focused on the sanctity of life.
