Articles by Janet Hart Leonard

Crying over spilled water

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops…


Finding joy, hope in a weary world

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart “A thrill of Hope, the weary world rejoices.” Oh, how weary the world is today. How weary I am. It’s been a hard…


Just call me vintage

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart It’s official. I am old. Well, maybe not old old, but let’s say vintage. This week I received my first Social Security check. Full retirement…


Mr. Purvis’ prayer

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Heart I stood there that day, that final day in my classroom at the end of my career, and I read aloud to the…


‘Tis the Christmas season

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart ‘Twas four weeks before Christmas and all through the house Janet was scurrying, definitely not as quiet as a mouse. She had her…


God is great, God is good

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Could the prayers you hear your mother pray when you are a child echo for years to come? “God is great, God is…



Leaning in and listening

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart Let’s meet for coffee. Come sit a spell with me on my back porch. Let’s take a walk and chat. We are inviting…


The heart always remembers

By JANET HART LEONARD From the Hart I was all by myself, having a late lunch at Via Italia, my favorite Italian restaurant near Hunters Green in Tampa. The locals…