Check out my friend’s blog. Scarred, But Not Broken. Debbie has a keen insight to her relationship with the Great Physician. I am blessed by her willingness to share. You, too, can be blessed.
Ever find that every step you take you feel like you’re two steps behind?
That’s me. My 2016 goals are in place. I have a plan to meet each goal. And they’re good goals, too! The first week of the year went rather smoothly … pacing myself, telling myself You can do this. It’s a piece of cake!
If you’re like me, something happens to throw you off your game. It could be the simple trip to the store for a few things that turns into buying enough supplies to get through Armageddon. Or maybe your neighbor needs you to watch their kids for a while so they can help a relative stricken with the flu. Better yet, your spouse wants to start on that project you’ve been wanting done for years—only they need your supervision.
This week is my dad’s birthday. If he wouldn’t have died over thirty-five years ago, he would be eighty-six years young now. Today, he would have had the privilege to celebrate with his children, grandchildren and even great grandchildren.
There would have been cake, I’m certain of that. Even though he never liked anyone fussing over him, he would have appreciated the gesture. Maybe he and I would have made it together, just like the old days. He helped me made my first cake—yellow box cake with chocolate frosting. It was frosted in globs and sat lopsided on the plate, but he told me it was a work of art.
And I believed him.
I’m certain the conversation would have gotten around to hunting. My brothers and I would remind him that he took us all hunting when we were old enough. I can hear him now, saying he didn’t hunt much after we grew up and left home. He’d say it wasn’t the same.
Ah, I remember her, what a shame, or He lived a good life, bless him.
But today I read the obit of a fellow who had a crush on me in high school. He was sweet and kind, and I broke his heart as young and foolish high school girls sometimes do. Continue reading
If you have a moment to spend on Twitter, search #Hatedivorce and see what comes up. My heart broke when I read all the posts from kids who wanted nothing more than a healthy home life.
Caroline understands what it is to be a Christian and explains it very well in her latest post. I hope you enjoy it.
Mother’s Day can be an awkward holiday. Check out my latest post on Christian Women Online …
I love keeping a Mason jar on a table on the edge of our family room; located at the hub of all the house’s traffic. It isn’t at all fancy. I’ve been asked more times than I can count why it’s there. But it’s purpose is powerful. I wrote about the Mason jar before and thought I’d share again …
You may want to consider having a Mason jar–a good deeds jar–on a table in your house.
As some of you may know, my father committed suicide at the age of 51. My oldest child was only a baby. I could deal with the tragedy without trying to explain it in details to my son.
With the cheer of the Christmas holidays also comes clouds of depression. Suicide is most prevalent during of after holidays. With that in mind, please check out this series of posts by Ryan Haack.