One of the most difficult things for me as a blogger, is handling the disconnect between topics I am passionate about and what people want to read about. Often the blogs that mean the most to me, and that I spent the most time on, receive the fewest views. I was looking at the numbers,... Continue Reading →
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 →
I don’t like conflict or confrontation. I much prefer to retreat, hide, and hope things will blow over. Often the conflict in my life is of my own making because I don’t think before I speak. Still, if I can see that I am at fault, it is easier to take than when someone’s anger... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
All my life, I have gone to church every Sunday, unless I was sick or had to work. It began when I was a child; church was a mandatory family affair. I never minded going, and the older I became, the more invested I became in going. Because the church I grew up attending was... Continue Reading →
Chosen Committed Complete 