The book Overwhelmed by Kathi Lip & Cheri Gregory came highly recommended by Facebook friends, so of course, I had to grab a copy. With it came a printable planner download. The theme of the book is planning the life you want, rather than scheduling the life you’ve accepted.
I haven’t joined the girls for #FridayFive fun in a few weeks, but couldn’t resist this week’s prompt: smiles.
In the words of Buddy the Elf, “Smiling is my favorite!”
As I’ve recounted on previous blogs, my life is full of thousands upon thousands of blessings. Every day things which Abba brings into my day which point me back to Him. Continue reading
My attempts at prayer feel awkward at best. At worst, I feel like a big fat prayer failure. My mind doesn’t automatically shift to prayer as a natural response.
In my mind, prayer should be as natural as breath. Something we don’t think about, just do. In reality, my prayer life more closely resembles the deep breaths I take while my doctor has her stethoscope on my back.
As Valentine’s Day approaches, the Friday Five girls decided to put together different ways of showing love. While the sense of security money provides is one way my darling shows his love for me, dropping cash on a bunch of flowers or candy can seem wasteful. Often the most thoughtful gifts don’t require a large financial investment.
Election season can be hard on a marriage, or at least, it is for me. My darling and I don’t have a Jim Carville/Mary Matalin type relationship – and thank goodness! I’m not sure our strong opinions would survive combat every 2-4 years!
Instead, imagine a battle between Wolverine and Captain America. One is passionate, the other defensive. One an aggressive, the other trying to deflect blows with the power of the shield of truth. Wait…am I mixing up Marvel and the Bible?
Perhaps there are ladies out there who feel differently, but for me and mine a bad haircut can seem like the end of the world.
Unfortunately I had one if these personal disasters last week.
Sometimes a crisis doesn’t seem so bad when its put into words. On one hand, I’m getting a great lesson in perspective as I attempt to share about my emotional week. However, I’m still upset about it all, and I don’t want to make light.
Being that upset meant something, pointed to something serious deep within me. Perhaps that’s the nature of the struggle?
I daydream about quitting my job and becoming a travel journalist. The blogging version of Rick Steves. Of course I’d not only have my travel expenses paid for my journeys but also earn a fairly impressive wage as well.
I returned from Europe 5 months ago, and I’ve yet to put fingers to keyboard and write out my journeys. Perhaps I should rethink this daydream?
Around these parts, we don’t get a lot of snow. During any given winter, we may get a handful of storms bringing flakes and accumulation, but nothing lasting over a day or two.
Earlier this week, we got our first snow of the season. Within 24 hours, the snow had disappeared from the roadways and grass.
I considered it revolutionary when someone (friend? book? blog?) that the behaviors of your spouse which frustrate you the most are often that which attracted you to them in the first place. His work ethic becomes putting his job above family. Her free-spirit eventually makes her late – perpetually.
Its no stretch, then to see that the same is true for myself. Often that which endears some to me can deflect others. As my favorite TV detetive Monk says “Its a blessing. And a curse.”