This is not the blog I wanted to write. I was halfway finished with an entry about God being present in the details of life, scripture supporting that and how our souls thrive on very particular details. I had already titled it Real Life which was the name of a newspaper column I used to… Continue reading Eight Years
It is a spiritual practice. I check in with myself every day to see how I'm feeling. When I journal every morning, after I review the day that has just passed, I jot down what I know about the current day. Then, I write down what I'm feeling. It is almost always a "mixed grill"… Continue reading Peaceful Butterflies
You are about to fill your plate at the party or potluck dinner. You tell yourself, like you always do, that you will not over do it. Little by little, with only a bit of this and that, it happens. The empty plate you started with is soon over-filled with small amounts of good things.… Continue reading Your Plate
I learn something every time I practice yoga. All of it applies to life. I've said before if I could only figure out how to take notes while doing yoga, I would have it made. Because my hands are usually trying to hold me up, I'm left to apply only what I remember. Over and… Continue reading Soften Something
I enjoy making up words. I loved word play with my children. We now have several words only our family knows. Today I made up this one: FaithWaiting. FaithWaiting is different from regular waiting. All waiting is pretty excruciating. Waiting for admission to that certain college. Waiting to turn 16. Waiting for the wedding day.… Continue reading FaithWaiting
On MLK day 2017, I feel nudged to write. The problem is I have so few words today. I'm finding myself in a season of disappointment around some extended family things; some things in our country and the even Cowboys losing a heart breaker last night. Strangely, everything seems connected/heightened and intensified by social media. I even found myself this… Continue reading One Little Word: Hope
I was shopping at a cute store in a small town during one of my recent travels. The bracelets I was looking at were unique, a piece of curved pottery with a word on each. If you purchased a bracelet, a portion of your purchase would go toward helping someone in need. I like that… Continue reading Broken Courage
