Seekest Thou Great Things for Thyself?

10:00am…I might as well just tell you up-front…I am afraid this entry will be filled with mostly questions that I am not sure I can answer in one sitting. Actually, I am not sure I can ever answer them solidly. But maybe you have some better ideas than I do. Or maybe you have hadContinue reading “Seekest Thou Great Things for Thyself?”

Wide Open Like a Lake

Several years ago, before my life as i knew it unraveled, I was on a vacation. I remember, very distinctly, sitting poolside, listening to music on my ipod. A song came on called, “Like a Lake”, by Sarah Groves. It was beautiful, and as I listened, I realized I had no earthly idea what sheContinue reading “Wide Open Like a Lake”

“click”

This morning I have “blog brain”. I haven’t written in a few days, and I woke up writing blogs in my head. Here’s how I write: I have something God has shown me, either in life circumstances or in a reading, and i sit down and type it all in about 20 or 30 minutes…withoutContinue reading ““click””

Detachment…my favorite tool

We have a saying in our household: “our favorite ‘tools’ are a phone and a phonebook.” When something needs a fixn’, we have to call it in. This makes us pretty needy neighbors. We borrow a lot. But, hey, if you need a screw driver or hammer, we’re “here for you.” A couple of yearsContinue reading “Detachment…my favorite tool”

More annoying insights on forgiveness…

Seriously…I have a book called “Total Forgiveness” that I have underlined to death and has been hucked across the room with a scream on more than one occasion. I had gotten it from a counselor so obviously, I had to buy her a new one to return to her. Besides, I really need  to readContinue reading “More annoying insights on forgiveness…”

I like my mom…

I figure we all need a break from yesterday’s entry. So, a simple, direct statement. “I LIKE my mom.” Some of you know and like her too. She has been with me since my diagnosis, staying more days here than at her own house. I suspect she is just pacing the floor, waiting to comeContinue reading “I like my mom…”

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