The Positive Pessimist

Some see the glass as half-empty and others see it as half-full. Both are correct, so I am not sure that this idiom is really an indication of a person’s outlook. In my view, it is less about the current level of water in the glass, and more about how concerned a person is with... Continue Reading →

Falling On My Face

Over the past couple of years, I found myself praying for humility. It feels more dangerous than praying for patience. My fear and expectation is that God will use personal humiliation to teach me that I am not the little goddess my human nature thinks I am. I had a co-worker who would get after... Continue Reading →

Bitter Roots or Happy Trails

I try to guard against bitterness, but sometimes it sneaks into my heart and flows out before I realize it. When I wrote Fairytales and Other Pet Peeves, I was concerned that perhaps I had been too negative, though it was not my intention. I think as we get older, we become more susceptible to... Continue Reading →

What Good Is A Husband?

“What good are horses if we die first?” This is an often quoted line in my family, from one of our favorite movies, Quigley Down Under. This line comes at a point in the movie when Quigley, an American sharpshooter played by Tom Selleck, is lost in the Australian outback with an apparently crazy woman... Continue Reading →

Death & Taxes

Last weekend, I filed my taxes. A strange fact about me: I love completing my taxes. This is probably a combination of the fact that they are simple and that I always end up getting some money back. But there is joy for me in completing my taxes that comes from a different source. Each year,... Continue Reading →

Settling Is For Pilgrims: A Leah Manifesto

This week, I got a ‘burr under my saddle.’ This particular ‘burr’ struck on something that I am becoming increasingly passionate about. There is a misconception in American culture which has been bought into by mainstream Christians. The notion is that romance is the source of true happiness in life. Christians wouldn’t want to admit... Continue Reading →

They Call Me A Grinch

I’m not ready for the “Holiday Season,” yet it is being thrust upon me again. This year, it began before Halloween, when Christmas planning began at work. I confess, I don’t find joy in the cheesy decorations, the repetitive music, or the endless barrage of food which tempts me toward gluttony. It frustrates me that people think... Continue Reading →

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