Do you like introspection? I know several people who seem to like it, or perhaps it’s just that they like the outcome well enough that they appear to jump into introspection without hesitation. I, on the other hand, avoid introspection much like some people are avoiding the Corona Virus. I
I had a day last week when I hit the pinnacle of corona virus sheltering-at-home success; I was back to living life with flair! My husband finished the final step in attaining his doctorate and he had a new title. The previous evening, while he was out of the house,
I’ve had the word reverence floating around in my brain for several weeks now. It’s an old fashioned word; people don’t use it much these days. We lean more into words like admiration, esteem and worship. They are great words, and I don’t think they have the depth of meaning
In the new world of Zoom, I’ve hit a major wall of frustration. The camera on my laptop is giving me fits. I happily log into meetings on Zoom, anticipating the connection with people I know and appreciate. I see their sweet faces and then see my screen black where
In preparations for Easter, and honoring the fact that this is Holy Week, I read the story of Jesus’ final Passover meal in the book of Matthew. It’s a familiar passage; parts of it are often read or paraphrased when communion is served. In His very gracious way, God revealed
I’m struggling today with obedience. During my morning coffee with Jesus, He gave me several A-has!! that I knew I should share. I did typical morning things like exercising, showering, getting dressed, unloading the dishwasher, eating breakfast and catching up on the news. I bemoaned the rain to my husband,
Have you noticed that our culture is currently caught between two extremes of reaching out to help others in need, and selfishly stockpiling items in fear of not having enough. The two extremes can even easily come from the very same person, who doesn’t recognize the discrepancy. How do I
We are currently in an “in-between season.” The weather has warmed enough that it doesn’t feel like it is still winter. And it hasn’t changed enough for it to be declared spring. A coat is needed as I go to work, and I can crack my car’s moon roof open
Don’t you love it when someone is generous to you? Perhaps someone pays for your coffee when you go through the drive through. Perhaps you are surprised with a bouquet of spring flowers. Perhaps someone in your house actually loads the dishwasher, runs it, and then unloads it without being
I was scrolling Instagram and came across a post by @jenschmidt_beautyandbedlam. She had posted a picture of one of those letter board signs that read “30 days hath September, April, June and November, all the rest have 31, except February alone. . . and January which has 79.” Oh man,