What am I doing with my life? I hope no one will accuse me of having a mid-life crisis just for asking the question. Sometimes, I am surprised to feel content. I like my job, and I’m good at it. I have a good living situation; God has provided for me above and beyond what... Continue Reading →
When I left for work on February 4th, I had plans to spend my lunch break working on the draft of my blog for the coming Saturday. But before my lunch break came, a call from my mother redirected all of my thoughts and energy. A scheduled test showed that my father needed bypass surgery,... Continue Reading →
Last week was tough. As the days progressed, I didn’t get enough sleep to deal with the challenges that came my way. My thinking spiraled into the negative. A hard week, a dark year, and nothing good to look forward to next year. The present and the future appear gloomy. Perspective is important, and God... Continue Reading →
In case there is any doubt, I have many fond memories of Christmas from my childhood. I remember decorating the tree with my sisters, the different ornaments we had, the glow of the lights on the tree when the living room was dark, and the anticipation of learning what was in the boxes underneath. Daddy... Continue Reading →
I remember once my grandpa telling me that he prayed for God to provide husbands for my sister and me, but only if it was in His will. Grandpa stressed the caveat. He wanted me to be aware that God’s will was the most important thing. This was a lesson that would take me years... Continue Reading →
These days, when I look into the mirror, I am noticing more and more gray hairs. They catch the light and glimmer like unwanted decorations on my head. My heart sinks at these reminders of advancing age. What keeps coming to mind is a phrase from a Michael Card song, “gray hair and babies leave... Continue Reading →
I am the product of who my parents are and how they raised me; this is not unusual. Ultimately, it was God who created me, and His design was a unique blend of my parents’ characteristics. That I combine my father’s talkativeness with my mother’s tell-it-like-it-is attitude, is just the tip of the iceberg. When... Continue Reading →
It’s not a secret that I have always wanted to be married and have children. The time for this is getting short, and I plead with God about it. He knows the desires of my heart, and I try to leave it all in His, more capable hands. For the past fifteen years or so,... Continue Reading →
My sisters would probably say that I earned the title, “Daddy’s Girl” when I went off to the Coast Guard Academy after high school. Or perhaps it was before that, when I was the only one of the three of us with an affinity for shooting a rifle. But I didn’t start to identify myself... Continue Reading →
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