Have you wondered, “How did I get here? Something has to change.”
You can step out of your rut. Would you like some encouragement?
I’ve been up and out of my desk chair 763 times this morning and it’s only 9:00 a.m. My head is spinning with thoughts about my life, questions about my faith, and I’m wondering “How should I then live?” My body just can’t sit still. The focus isn’t there. So much good and challenging stuff to be thinking about. I feel like a jack-in-the-box that sits scrunched up and then gets wound up only to pop up and bobble its head and then sit back down
It’s been a week filled with choices, hasn’t it? Who should make or influence the laws we are asked to live by? How would we respond knowing our life will end painfully sooner rather than later? What responsibility will we accept for our actions that hurt someone else? The questions, the choices, the outcomes – they prompt me to whisper quietly into my soul…What do I think? What do I believe? What choice would I, should I, make? The bigness of life and its questions can make
Hello, My Friends. There’s so much good crossing our paths. Isn’t there? So much to be thankful for. Really. And… There are times when life just seems…tough. Lord, please just get me out of this mess. This situation. This chaos. Oh, God, can you please just remove the pain. The problem. The disease. We want—we need—God to remove us from the messiness. And many times, He does. He removes us from it. He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me
Oh, the name calling. It can be so hurtful, can’t it? The words that are used to remind us that we didn’t or don’t measure up… That we are too this or too that… Words that make us cringe and feel less than. Sometimes the words come from people who are living in their own messiness. But more frequently? They come from our own mouths…directed at our own selves. Thoughts…whispers…mutterings.
Several years ago I wrote a tribute to my fabulous Aunt Idelle, encouraging the rest of us to live as she does – living so each moment counts. This week we joined her in celebrating the life of her best friend and husband, my Uncle Roger. Aunt Idelle is entering a new chapter in life without her soul mate, and it seems appropriate to share this tribute again. Aunt Idelle, YOU ARE LOVED. She’s 83. She lives in an apartment for senior citizens. She’s got more life
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