It was a surprise when I realized that I enjoyed running. As a kid, I had no aspirations to be athletic. When I finished my physical education requirement in high school, I assumed my days of running were over. But then, God gave me the desire to go to the Coast Guard Academy. I had... Continue Reading →
Today is, of course, a day of remembrance of what was a life-stopping event, for most of us. Twenty years ago, I finally understood what it was to yearn for the coming of the Lord. I saw the world as it really is: full of evil and suffering. The day the towers fell, the horrors... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking of the words to a hymn: “Trust and obey / For there’s no other way / To be happy in Jesus / But to trust and obey.” Christians should be happy, but the song tells us that we can’t be unless we trust and obey. I’ve been working on the trust part... Continue Reading →
This summer, I have had to learn to ‘let myself off the hook.’ My to-do list constantly exceeds my capacity to accomplish tasks, and I had to make a choice: I could be upset and stressed out about what I wasn’t getting done, or I could find peace with what I was able to do.... Continue Reading →
My blog has been quiet for a few weeks, but I have been writing. Flipping back through the pages of my notebook, I had trouble finding where I left off with my last blog. I have been busy, which is something I try to avoid. I'm exhausted and frustrated with the limitations of time for... Continue Reading →
When writing my last post, I stumbled upon Colossians 3:16-17. Immediately I knew I hadn't found it by accident. I felt like it should be my new motto, that I should memorize it and post it on a wall somewhere. I don’t believe in having a “life verse” because if we are taking in God’s... Continue Reading →
I’ve always been a writer. When I was young, I wanted to be a novelist; specifically, I wanted to write literature. In my teens and early twenties, I wrote a lot of poetry. In hindsight, it wasn’t very good. My senior year in college, I took a creative writing class and wrote some short stories.... Continue Reading →
I was eighteen-years-old when I started getting called “Ma’am.” I was a third-class cadet, having survived the first year at the Coast Guard Academy and arrived at the point where there was a class below me on the totem pole. Now, I am forty-three, and I am often referred to as a girl. When I... Continue Reading →
When I first began writing this post, it was dripping with bitterness. I started again, but I still felt the influence of so many years of sadness and hurt. I was writing as Mother’s Day approached. On my mind were of all of exaggerated and sentimental statements I have heard at church, all because the... Continue Reading →
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