Do You Hear What I Hear? A couple of weeks ago I began practicing for a Christmas program with a group of people from church. How hard could this be, I mean it’s just a few Christmas carols. It’s hard!!! I’m rusty and my vocal cords are less flexible than they were a decade…
I hate it when life goes from Technicolor to black and white and icky feelings creep into my heart. They’ve usually hitched a ride on unkind thoughts spawned of misunderstandings, less than stellar behavior, or the more common varieties of thoughtlessness. It doesn’t matter if I’m the victim or the perpetrator. Either way the track…
Under the dark shadow of a tree called envy distorted all things will appear lines and contours grotesquely twisted the horizon stands up on its ear The world and reality bent out of shape by a heart so damaged it just can’t see straight pride greed and malice companions these three cling tightly…
A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him. Brendan Francis How well do you know your husband? This year we’ll celebrate our 30th anniversary and yet this week I learned something new about my guy. That’s great because it opened up another way to show him how much…
What to wear for Thanksgiving? When I was a kid we all wore our best for Holiday events like Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. It was part of the tradition that made the day special and memorable. The menu was unique featuring delicacies and dishes that only made an appearance a few times a year. China…
A lie is a cage made of words. And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. John 8:32 The lies we believe imprison us, our sentence may be a few hours, a day or two, or many long years. I once spent an entire day angry at my…
I’ve had this little saying on a post-it note hanging on the bottom of my iMac for about 6 months. It’s a little reminder that life is about the everyday. A Wedding Day is a big event day, but creating a strong marriage is about what we contribute everyday. The day you have…
Lists. Somedays they litter my house, car, and purse like crumpled peanut bags at the Ballpark. I love making lists. A list gets stuff out of my head and into the world where I can quit ‘feeling’ it floating between my synapses, and worrying my neurons about the hows and whens of Getting Things Done.…