I like telling you about my car accidents. The slaps of fate, I consider my teachers. So when life smacks me down and I taste the dirt, my natural response is to share what it tasted like. This isn't new. My very first attempt at voluntary writing (age nine) was an apology to the Almighty… Continue reading Don’t Forget the Little Car Accidents
Villain, Victim, Victor: the three ways I can see myself in my quest for attention. As a victim I get consolation; as a villain, condemnation; and as a victor, congratulations. Which of those strokes I predominantly seek will dig ruts for the wheels of my life. Admittedly, this idea came to me when I was… Continue reading Your Attention, Please.
Pass me the sweet potatoes... and the Black Friday Ad. The talk this Thanksgiving is whether or not to shop the Black Friday specials, which have slithered into Thursday, and onto our Thanksgiving table. Passions run high on both sides of the turkey. Some folks can't pass up a deal and will gladly sacrifice dinner… Continue reading How To Be An Idiot This Thanksgiving
A friend of mine texted me this morning asking for prayer. As she should. She's about to embark on something that's way out of her league. She does this for Jesus and for His people, especially those who feel most forsaken, who the world deems most filthy and most foul, but who are loved by… Continue reading Just Show Up
Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee. - Psalm 41:4b My memory in the months before I acquiesced to Jesus is hazy. I know I was desperate. I know circumstantially I had everything-- as far as the American Dream goes, anyway. Although I had married my prince charming, I was disappointed that I… Continue reading Heal My Soul – Testimony Part III
I didn't kill her, of course. I just moved my car into the spot as if she were invisible, which was hard to do because she was yelling her head off and waving her arms around like my own personal air marshal helping me park my plane. That stick shift came in handy when I… Continue reading No Thanks, I’ll Do This Myself – Testimony Part II
There was a time when I did not take God seriously. But no matter. He took me seriously. Of my early memories, this one stands out-- my husband and I at age 16 were climbing on a jungle gym, talking about the meaning of life, and blithely dismissing God's hand in parting the Red Sea… Continue reading God Loves Even the Meanest Person – Testimony Part I