Complacency or Contentment – Which Will You Choose?
For years, I chose complacency over contentment as I lived what I believed was my best life. I have never loved conflict so this seemed like the best choice for me. Complacency feels like peacefulness when you do your best to steer clear of all things controversial....
August Musings ~ 2020
If you had told me that August would fly by this year, I'm not sure I would have believed you. If you had told me that August would bring a taste of fall, I would have laughed. But both things came true and here we are looking at the first day of September. I'm...
July Musings ~ 2020
Here we are at the end of another month. Time stood still from March to June but feels like it is beginning to move again. The buzzwords that are still circulating sound pretty much the same: new normal, social distancing, wear your mask, COVID-19, a spike in numbers,...
By His Wounds, We are Healed
It can happen to all of us. Battle scars from a worn-out life. Tear-stained pillows that mark your sleepless nights. Hands lined and gnarled from a life of hard work. A crown of gray, thinning hair where thick, brown hair used to encircle your head. Wounds from...
Living a Psalm 23 Life: God’s Word in Action
Flashbacks of memories assailed my thoughts as I sat down to write this post. My dad shuffling his feet with his walker slowly scooting before him and his physical therapist walking behind him.My mom "holding court" one Christmas in the T.V. room as family members...
The Art of Asking Questions – A Reflection
I have a habit of listening to podcasts as I am driving. I rotate through four to five favorite podcasts in my attempt to stay on top of all of them. On this particular day, Emily P. Freeman's podcast, The Next Right Thing, was next in the lineup. I began listening to...
The Lengthening of Summer Days
Wake up calls arrive earlier on the cusp of summer days. I roll over hoping that the play of light and shadows will somehow dissipate in the morning haze. Then I remember how much I love the play of light and dark as summer stretches our days into magical forays of...
Have You Ever Lost a Sense of Yourself?
If I knew then what I know now, life might look very different. I wrapped myself tightly in an identity based on performance. I could name a half a dozen names that I used to describe myself growing up--student, singer, babysitter, guitar player, sister, and daughter....
Grace Upon Grace: God’s Gift to Us
I'm a wanderer. A daydreamer. An encourager and a deep thinker. My steps are well thought out even in my wandering ways. Life is not always kind to those who need time to process information or who sometimes desire the path that is less followed. God knows. He sees...
Encouragement for Your Soul
I reached the top of the volcano as the sun began to dip lower in the sky. Most of the group was waiting for the last few of us to reach the summit. The wind was fierce as I made my way over to the small group that surrounded me with high fives and words of...
Living a New Different (not a new normal)
Restrictions are lifting in my state. The common reactions are euphoria, guarded optimism, or fear of leaving the house too soon. I fall somewhere between guarded optimism and fear. What about you? Maybe, I am too cautious. Maybe, I want to see how things pan out...
Who Are Your People?
What memories flood your mind when you think of high school? Who do you hang out with today? Did you ever sacrifice your beliefs to fit in with the crowd? Do you have people who lift you up rather than tear you down? Who are your people? All of these questions convict...
Mother’s Day Memories
Memories run rampant this time of year. Many take on the persona of my mom from long ago when we celebrated her on Mother's Day. Or the memories reflect those who love this day and celebrate happily and those who don't. I know people who fall into all of these...
Listen: Standing at the Doorway of God
Have you ever stood with your ear pressed up against a door? It was almost as if you were holding your breath at the same time in order to hear the conversation on the other side. Your rapid heartbeat matched the desire to know what was going on. You barely gave a...
Let Me Not Forget
It started as a list. My usual place on the couch turned into my "think tank". I titled the list "Let me not forget" as I haphazardly wrote down anything that came to mind. Quickly my thoughts became more intentional and the time in my "think tank" was a sacred foray...