Every day I forget who I belong to. Every day I forget whose image I am made in. Every day I forget that this world is not my home. I get overanxious and overwhelmed and begin to believe that the things of this world are real and important and true. Appearances and accomplishment. Status and… Continue reading Remembering the Things I Know
I know this may be difficult to accept, but I have done extensive research into the matter. I have, in fact, personally participated in over 50 case studies. So, in spite of the potential controversy, I feel qualified to make this statement. January can be hard. There. I said it. January, as a month, as… Continue reading January Again
Have you ever tried to pick up a guinea pig that did not want to be picked up? If not, let me just tell you – it is not an easy thing to do. A reluctant guinea pig will scamper and squirm and hop and twist and buck like a miniature, fluffy bronco. Also, guinea… Continue reading Reluctant Guinea Pig
Pain is a powerful teacher. But what it most easily teaches is fear. Fear is the voice that says to your spouse, “Yeah, things have gotten better. But we still have so far to go…” Fear doesn’t celebrate small victories or see the possibility of brighter days. Fear is the voice that says to your… Continue reading Lesson Learned
Be still… Not a problem. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m really good at being still. It’s practically a superpower for me. I can spend hours being still. I only move to turn pages in my book or maybe reach the remote control. My hands might move just enough to knit a little, but… Continue reading Be Still
The very first Halloween costume my daughter had, when she was just five months-old, was a lamb costume. It was full body, made of faux wool with little patches of tan on the feet to indicate hooves. The headpiece was separate and velcroed under the chin, and it was topped with sweet little lamb’s ears… Continue reading Little Lamb
I was never a fan of the Proverbs 31 woman. You know the one – that fearsome, do-it-all creature who rises and goes and bargains and buys and makes and feeds and never, ever stops. I developed a grievance against her many years ago when I heard one too many Father’s and Mother’s Day sermons… Continue reading That Woman
“And then, one day,” she whispered to herself, “all the things will be easy. All the distractions will be less distracting, and all the worries will be less worrisome. The path forward will be open and clear. Then,” she said to herself, “then, life will be wonderful. And also,” she added, “I will be wonderful.”… Continue reading Some Days
James L. McTeer, Jr. passed away on July 2, 2020. But for just over 51 years, I was fortunate enough to have him here on earth as my father. The past two weeks have held a great deal of sorrow, but they have also held so many blessings. Blessings of love and support. Blessings of… Continue reading When I Get Home
I never like to admit this. But I am trying to get better, and I certainly can’t think of a word that more clearly fits the way I’ve been feeling. Lately, I’ve just been grucible. Excuse me, you’ve been what, now? You mean you’ve never heard that word? Please allow me to introduce it to… Continue reading Attitude Adjustment
