My husband Jay and I do our best future-casting on road trips. Driving back home on New Year’s day, we discussed our goals for 2017. Vacation, finances, fitness – we left no stone unturned.
In Still Waiting: Hope for When God Doesn’t Give You What You Want: , author Ann Swindell beautifully weaves her own personal battle alongside the Biblical story of the bleeding woman in order to meet her readers in whatever season of waiting they find themselves. Swindell’s medical condition, trichotillomania, is rare enough that the reader doesn’t get caught up on the object of waiting.
Less than 3 months into the new year and I’ve already started slacking on my scripture memory work. When things get difficult and I feel as if I’m not enough, I’m prone to give up. Scripture reminds me to boast in my weakness, for:
A few weeks ago, I started and finished Lincoln’s Treasure by Chris Schultz in one afternoon. While Jay was doing yard work, I built a fire in our fire pit and settled in for the story. Part of the novel is set in Gatlinburg and the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and I enjoyed reading about familiar places as the backdrop for a treasure hunting mystery.
Five years ago, my darling love gave me an atypical gift for Valentine’s day. He and I sat down together, pouring over the Compassion International website, and chose a child in poverty to sponsor. My sensitive heart wanted to pick the most hopeless child – perhaps a little girl in Africa with AIDS or some other tragic disease.
I get bursts of creativity and inspiration, and in those moments, I come up with a game plan for more frequent blogging. This may be one of those times, but even I’m not convinced it will last. I do, however, want to write a bit about the Revelation Wellness challenge I’m involved in.
I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching these past few months. Who am I? What is my purpose in life? What is the mission to which Abba has called me?
This indecision is evidenced in my closet. I’ve struggled to find my personal style for almost 15 years. Having never truly felt like an adult, I played dress up in my grown-up closet. I purchase clothing which spoke to who I thought I should be.
I never get tired of telling the story of the first time we met in person! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!
On this, our 100th monthiverary, I wanted to re-share our first date story. I can’t begin to express how much I love that this specially milestone also falls on the ever-lucky Friday the 13th.
Jay and I had decided via MySpace messaging that we would meet on Friday the 13th of October at Johnny Carino’s. When I got home from work that day, I started getting ready. I had selected a pink corduroy blazer and a tan camisole. Unfortunately, my good booty jeans were dirty, so I had to go with a back up pair. I proceeded to straighten my hair and leave my apartment 30 minutes before I was supposed to meet up with him. I grabbed a book on the way out because I knew that it wouldn’t take me that long to get to the restaurant (which is about 10 minutes away), but I didn’t want to…
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