Putting My Time Where My Mouth Is

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I don’t think that is theologically sound, but I do understand the truth that we as humans tend not to follow through on our intentions. I know that I am walking the path to eternal life in heaven, yet I find myself frustrated with... Continue Reading →

Just Say No!

This week, I am feeling strong. I’m feeling motivated. I’m feeling. . .defiant! Over the past few weeks, as I’ve processed my need to forgive and to focus on who I am in Christ, I’ve developed a new determination. I am not going to allow myself to be a bitter and unhappy woman. Bitterness is... Continue Reading →

Do You Really Know Him?

We live in an era of reality TV and social media. Our culture is obsessed with celebrity, even though some seem to be famous just for being famous. Anyone who has a favorite celebrity can follow that person online to get the latest posts, tweets, and scoops on the person’s life, whether he or she... Continue Reading →

Judgmentally Yours

I am always evaluating people. My parents raised me to be discerning about people, so that I wouldn’t allow myself to be conned, fooled, or victimized. In my family, we refer to this discernment about people as ‘having a jerk alarm.’ Of course, I didn’t reach adulthood with a fully developed ability to recognize any... Continue Reading →

Thorns & Thistles

There’s a trite saying, “Whenever God closes a door, He opens a window.” Well, on some level, I feel as though God has opened a door for me in one part of my life, and I have walked through into a wonderful place. But then in another area, I feel like I have been sentenced... 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 →

No Ifs, Ands, or Buts

I was barely eighteen when a man told me that I was the kind of woman who a man would work seven years for, and then another seven years, like Jacob did for Rachel. It was flattering, and at that young age, I wasn’t too bothered that it was followed by a but. It is... Continue Reading →

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