I feel a little fragile lately. I have those moments in my days, mostly when I’m tired and worn, when I honestly think I might break. My human strength fails me sometimes. Add to that the fact that Satan seems to be aiming a few extra fiery darts my way these days, as I have committed myself to the task… Read More
I get the blues when I turn the last page of a really good novel, especially one in which I’ve grown to love the characters. I’m tempted to order a second dish of Pinkberry when I finish my bowl of pomegranate frozen yogurt with strawberries, blueberries and mango on top. And I’m one of those people who is never ready… Read More
I’m just folding clothes, minding my own business, when the dadgum thought enters my mind. It invades my peace, interrupts the song I was humming and causes me to clench my jaw. The thought builds, grows, puts out tentacles and grabs hold. Feelings of frustration and helplessness begin to course through my mind and into my heart. Isn’t it alarming… Read More
I hung up the phone, but immediately wanted to dial another number. The previous conversation had not gone well and my heart was burdened. I swallowed back the tears and debated about whether or not I should bother my husband at work with my concerns. Or maybe I should call a friend, my mother or even my daughter? Surely I… Read More
Because I’m one who learns by repetition…lots and lots and lots of repetition…God reminds me more than once each morning that I belong to Him. Have you heard the story about how I was baptized with the wrong name? Yep. We had an interim pastor at the time. I was nine years old and I had recently accepted Jesus’ gift… Read More
I didn’t think I’d ever felt compelled to be owned by someone else. At least not in the sense that would make me enslaved to them. I’m a pretty independent gal. But I have yearned to belong. In fact, like most people, I’ve worked hard to belong at times. I’ve dressed to fit in, joined the club, spoken the language,… Read More