Have you ever watched a cross-country race? Runners gather at the starting line and people cheer and encourage the contestants. However, as the journey lengthens, the well-wishers decrease and are only sporadic. Perhaps there will be a few refreshing stations along the way to re-hydrate and re-energize, but companionship is … Continue reading →
I’ll admit there are some things I really wish would happen, some things I have waited and wanted for years. I’m patient at times, not so much on some days, because some days are hard and so very long and the wait is really long, really, really, really long… and … Continue reading →
I’m pondering how often we refuse to move forward. We get rutted and trapped in the past, clinging to the thing that destroyed the life we wanted or imagined.
There is a time to mourn and weep, but we’ve turned it into a lifestyle, and “poor me” has become an idol. Self is exalted over God. We aren’t hearing His voice nor hearing His call because we are too busy listening to our own complaints and whines. I’ve been there, done that–sat and stewed and mourned. And the longer I stewed in my stew, the stinkier my stew (and me) became. Ugh.
Do you worry? Fret? Agonize? Do you allow the worry to run rampant, disturbing your day and unsettling your night? What is the worst that could happen? Take that worry, take it to the end. Lots of terrible things can happen. I understand. I know. But what happens in the … Continue reading →
Several years ago, my husband and I spent a quiet afternoon shopping. Our lazy wanderings were interrupted when my cell phone rang. “Lisa,” my mom’s voice struggled to remain calm, “your security company just called. Your fire alarm is going off and the fire department is on their way.” My … Continue reading →
Like a tiny screeching fire-alarm, Tinnitus rings in my skull. The noise is getting worse, louder, more distracting, so loud that sleep has become difficult. A fan whirs in our bedroom, next to me a sound machine mimics falling rain, but neither can drown out, and nothing stops the shrieking … Continue reading →
We lived in Houston during several of my younger years. Houston terrain is flat, flatter, and flattest. The only “hills” are overpasses on the interstate. One street near our house had a fun feature – a rolling bump. Not a speed bump, just a small rise and dip. When our … Continue reading →
