Another week and more spilled coffee. God is testing my resolve. I am blaming my clumsiness on my inner ear, which is an unfortunate victim of a sinus infection. I have been plagued with sinus problems for years. I won’t bore you with the details because they aren’t relevant. What is relevant is that sinus... Continue Reading →
I love coffee. Even if I weren't a caffeine addict, I would still love coffee. I make my coffee for myself at home every day. My coffeemaker has a timer on it, so that when I get out of bed each morning, I go straight to the kitchen where the coffee is already brewed and... Continue Reading →
This week, I went on a bit of a "book-binge." I had been itching to read some fiction by one of my favorite Christian authors, and while I put it off for a bit, I finally gave in last Saturday night. I try not to let myself read too much fiction because I tend to let... Continue Reading →
This week I learned something new: Not having children increases my risk for breast cancer. At thirty-nine, I had never had any reason to worry about breast cancer, as there is very little cancer in my family and no cases of breast cancer, that I know of (we have other problems, believe me!). But this... Continue Reading →
I have an opinion about everything. Unfortunately, I feel compelled to share whatever I happen to be thinking. God created me to be a communicator. As the title character of the TV series “Monk” would say, “It’s a gift. . .and a curse.” As a communicator, I have always loved words, and I like to use... Continue Reading →
There are times when I think I’m right where I want to be, and somehow I’ve found contentment in this quiet, lonely life that God has given me. Usually, this is when I’m driving to work; especially if I am wearing my cowboy boots as I work the clutch of my 6-speed manual transmission. No... Continue Reading →
When I was twenty-two, I tried to marry the first man who I had ever had an actual relationship with. He called himself a Christian, and he said that he loved me, so I buried my doubts deep. I was determined to be with him and not miss my chance. The whole concept of grace... Continue Reading →
Ever since I bought myself a pair of cowboy boots for my birthday last fall, I have had that Toby Keith song, Should’ve Been A Cowboy, in my head. Daddy did always say that he wanted to teach us to “Ride hard, shoot straight, and speak the truth.” [Later we added “drive stick shift” to... Continue Reading →
When I was thirty-five, I came to a conclusion that I was never going to be able to get married unless I changed myself. At thirty-six, I concluded that I was either too old to change my ways, or change was just impossible. Now, here I am at thirty-nine, and I have realized that I... Continue Reading →
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