Today I am practicing JOMO. It’s not easy. Saying no to something brought up all kinds of FOMO. After all, was I going to miss something? What if it was really cool? What if they come home and say how wonderful it all was? But I said no. And here is why. I needed to …
Tonight as I sit to write, my heart is full. Earlier this evening, I watched the sunset over the water while I walked along the beach. Listening to the lapping of the waves, the calling of the birds, the muffled conversations of beach goers, I was reminded of God’s goodness. In no particular way, but …
Read: Matthew 18:21-22 I really believe Peter thought he was being big hearted when he asked Jesus how often he thought we should forgive the same person – like, maybe seven times? I can almost see him swagger a bit while asking. Jesus comes right back at him with a shocking answer. Not seven times, …
Yesterday I picked up my granddaughter from daycare. Rather than going out to the highway which is fastest, I drove on the county roads. I saw all kinds of beautiful homes, fields, woods as the road curved up and over the hills and around the bends. I thought it was pretty clever until I was …
As the sun makes it’s final descent into the horizon, I think of spring. Today has been beautiful! Cold, but beautiful. It is also spring break for many schools in my area and I couldn’t help but think about all the families traveling to warm destinations for some much needed family time.
I am sure you have all heard the expression FOMO. If not, it is an acronym for “fear of missing out.” You know, those times when you are with friends and you really have to use the bathroom but you don’t want to go for fear of missing out. Even my 2 year old granddaughter …
This is my birthday week. Fifty some years ago my mom waited in expectation of a sixth child. She already had five children ages 7-10 and a one year old. She anticipated I would be a good playmate for my brother. Only time would tell if that expectation became a reality. Expectations are funny things. …
For six years I taught junior high and high school Bible classes at a local Christian school. My favorite days were open forum discussions when, as a class, we considered the students’ questions. Most of the time our discussion ended on some form of “do we really have free will?” We never decided.
I colored my hair for many years…like 25 years. In the beginning it was because I could. You know, one month I was Cherry Cola and the next month it was Dark Chocolate. In the summer, I added highlights to give my hair a softer, sun kissed appearance.
Lucy was a fearful dog. We brought her into our family as a tiny puppy who fit in the palm of my hand. She lived with us for many years and we loved her, cared for her, played with her, provided for her needs. But in spite of being loved, protected and cared for, she …