IT’S COLLEGE FOOTBALL SEASON! Technically, the season’s almost over, but football games have been abounding in my living room for the past few months. You’d hardly even know there were any other programs on television. (In my defense, I married into college football fandom.) Since this is my husband’s favorite time of year, I’ve adopted
Is it your reflection in the mirror? A personality trait? A physical feature? A hidden flaw you desperately keep from being exposed? What is your insecurity? There are a few spooky secrets about our insecurities. First, they are common. Many of us struggle with feelings of inadequacy. We feel ill-qualified to accomplish certain tasks. We
It crossed my mind I could plunge to my death. If I ever needed to learn how to tweak my trust in God to the fullest, this was it.
Kick back. Escape demands. Shut out the world. This was the goal of our getaway to the Finger Lakes in New York. My hubby and I took some time to hang out in a cottage on a lake with nothing at our disposal but fishing poles, kayaks, and of course a bit of coffee
Confused. Bewildered. Angry. Disappointed. Humiliated. Hurt. That’s how it feels. One minute everything is going smoothly. You know someone for a while. Maybe you work with this person, perhaps you’re involved in an organization together, or . . . you might be friends. Out of the blue, without warning, it all stops. Communication becomes distant,
The BEST valentine doesn’t come to us in the form of roses, chocolates, or shiny hardware, but rather as a close friend offering a true, everlasting, unfailing love. Click to watch video:
Ah yes, ‘tis the season for taking time to reflect on what we’re thankful for. We really feel gratitude during the Thanksgiving season, don’t we? But why aren’t we thankful, grateful, blessed, all the time?
Just who do you think you are anyway? Between the time I was a little girl with gooey mud squelching between my fingers while shaping mud pies in my backyard to the time I became a mother witnessing my daughter do the same, I’ve often wondered: who am I anymore?
Conditional happiness. It looks like this: I’ll be happy when I achieve my goal I’ll be happy when I lose weight I’d be happy if I were more confident I’d be happy if had a bigger house . . . and so on, and so on.
“When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.” – Erma Bombeck Ha. We chuckle, right? Such a funny quote by Erma Bombeck. I remember well those days as a young mother when locking myself in the bathroom for a momentary escape from my kids
