Make your words sweet in case you need to eat them! Do we realize we have the power to build others up or tear them down all with our words? I’m here to tell you, whoever said “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” –lied.
“God uses cracked pots and I’m the visual aid!” That’s a quote from the tiny but mighty Patsy Clairmont. If you’re not familiar with Patsy, she’s a Christian author and speaker who uses her quick wit and laughter to share her faith. We chuckle. It’s funny thinking of ourselves as cracked pots, isn’t it?
One day, you’re shuffling along through the routine activities of your life on a seemingly normal direction when suddenly, a wild curve ball throws you off course into a series of events you NEVER saw coming. In seconds flat, you find yourself caught up in a whirlwind of circumstances leaving you wondering what on
We’re all painfully aware of the tremendous loss suffered in 2020 by the closure of numerous businesses since the start of the coronavirus disease. While schools, stores, restaurants, offices, and gyms have been temporarily or permanently closed, we’ve all gained firsthand experience, at some point, of having aspects of our normal routine completely shut down.
I did it again! I CRIED at a children’s movie. Yes, I have a habit of doing this. (Sigh.) A while ago I took my granddaughter to see “Wonder Park”, and even though the film somewhat limped along at times, it was quite creative and gave me a bit of food for thought. Now, before
It wasn’t pretty. I wasn’t pretty. At all. A while ago, I was on a phone call. The woman on the opposite end of the phone line was defensive, obstinate, cynical, intolerant, dogmatic . . . I could go on. Worse than her “charming” personality was the fact she didn’t allow me to speak. She
FEAR is my middle name! Do you know what my BIGGEST fear is? PUBLIC SPEAKING . . . which I seem to find myself doing more often than not. However, God has shown me something about fear which has made my bouts of panic a bit easier to navigate.
Recently, I stood in the shower and cried. Amid being in quarantine as the COVID-19 virus grips our world, common events prove to be uncommonly upsetting as thoughts are consumed and emotions heightened. In one day alone last week I nearly crashed when my face was grazed by a bee on my morning bike ride,
OMG . . . it’s almost Christmas! I can tell ‘cuz it smells like cinnamon and panic! Yes, it’s that time of year when the once childlike, joyful anticipation of “all things Christmas” rapidly turns into a frantic, stressful frenzy to GET EVERYTHING DONE. After all, we’ve got lots to do. We have Christmas cards
My heart sank as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I imagined what she must’ve been feeling. The young woman caught my eye as I drove past the empty parking lot on my way home from the store. There she sat, on the pavement in front of her car, her feet straight out in
