I suspect that I didn’t do a good enough job of expressing myself in my last post. I may be desperate, but I am not pathetic. I am absolutely not looking for pity, though occasionally some encouragement might be nice. I started this blog hoping to encourage others, but maybe I am the only one... Continue Reading →
Somewhere I must have stopped praying for a husband because when I caught myself pleading with God, recently, it felt as though I had regressed. It was all at once as though my faith was stronger because I was taking it to Him, but weaker that I wasn’t believing that He was enough. What is... Continue Reading →
If having this blog has taught me anything, it is that no one is hanging on my every word. So, why am I so quick to speak? Recently, there was a situation in which my opinion was entirely irrelevant. I hesitated, and then I shared my thoughts, anyway. Later, I realized how obnoxious this was.... Continue Reading →
It’s December. . .again. If you’ve followed this blog for any length of time, you know that I am not a fan of what we call “the holiday season.” I have fond memories of Christmas from my childhood and early adulthood. I suppose my feelings began to change when my sister’s family moved to Texas,... Continue Reading →
My family has gone puppy-crazy. If you’ve been following the blog, you know that in February, my parents’ beloved standard poodle, Quigley, died. He was such a joy to the whole extended family, but especially to my parents. A couple of weeks ago, the decision was made that it was time for them to get... Continue Reading →
Rarely a week goes by that I don’t, at some point, reflect on my past. For the most part, I’ve put my mistakes behind me. I’ve acknowledged my errors, sought forgiveness for my sins, and come to terms with where God has me, now. When I look back, I can see how God rescued me... Continue Reading →
After I posted last week’s blog, I began to realize how far my focus had shifted from what was important. One of the things I strive to remember, as a single woman, is that my identity is not one who is overlooked by men, but one who is chosen by God. It is right there... Continue Reading →
Just over a decade ago, there was a top women’s tennis player whose serve was out of control. Early in her professional career, Elena Dementieva suffered a shoulder injury that prevented her from serving properly. After she recovered from the injury, she couldn’t get her service motion back. It seemed to be psychological as much... Continue Reading →
There is an old joke about a Sunday School teacher describing a squirrel in an object lesson. A child knew the description sounded like a squirrel, but still felt the right answer had to be Jesus. These days, I am learning that Jesus has a single right answer for me; the answer always seems to... Continue Reading →
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