Ruthie's PARLOUR

WELCOME TO RUTHIE'S PARLOUR, BELOVED!                                                                                      It is an interesting saga! I have acknowledged that for the most part, I do the compositions yet, I  resolved that, for what reason don't I bring the interactive section as I said in my first blog entry.  Before we proceed onward to the following assortment of  write ups , I would need to have an open discussion with every one of my readers as we share what we have really been gaining from Ruthie's parlor and how it is affecting us emphatically. Likewise, individuals' beneficial encounters and exhortation to all of us.  I therefore thought of posting them here since I didn't  know how best to go by it. These are into two classific...

WELCOME TO RUTHIE'S PARLOUR, DEAR!   A whole lot is entailed as far as this week is concerned. But, I am very much grateful to have squeeze the time at your disposal to read this piece. I aspire that, you'd be blessed by this one. Enjoy. I once visited a home and I took in a couple of lessons from that point. The lessons  I had was pertaining to kids. Yes, kids! If the Bible solicits us to receive the disposition from kids, it involves a lot I must say. I earnestly felt awkward with the spot I found myself not because the dwellers were not welcoming but, since I wound up in an entirely different environment.  Though I saw both grown ups and children, I got my mind fixed on the kids alone as there was something peculiar in their way of life. As I was staying there unobtrusively wishing to leave the spot early, I saw something about the children in the house. They run helter-skelter, gabbing to a great extent laughing excitedly. Acted like they were in their own house and y...

WELCOME TO RUTHIE'S PARLOUR LOVELY ONE. This is a write-up suggested by a friend, Modester Agyei Sarhene to all my readers. It is my greatest desire to have you impacted by this as we continue to learn and unlearn. Enjoy this one. The entryway chime crashed from the opposite side of the room.  'Alexandra, would you please take care of the individual at the door please?' Mummy who was hectically setting the table inquired.  'Alright mummy' Alexandra retorted.                                         [At the entryway ] Man: Good evening woman, I am the postal worker and I have a few letters for you.  Alexandra: Thank you, Mister.  Man: You're welcome   Alexandra: Henry! there is a mail for you. He immediately came out of his room to check what he has.  Henry: I made it mum! Harvard University has offered me an admission to read Economics.    ...