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Beyond Happy
I don’t want my kids to “be happy.” It’s not my goal. There, I said it. It’s not a statement I make lightly. It’s one I have ruminated on...


What’s My Lens: Comfort or Challenge?
As I sat wrapped in my favorite soft chenille robe, cabin socks on, toes toasty, and a hot cup of hazelnut coffee warming my hands, a single thought hit me:
“How much time do I spend trying to make my life as comfortable as possible?” ☕️
Comfort. Is that really the goal? It certainly flies in the face of Jesus’ command to “take up your cross and follow me.” Let's be honest—comfort and the cross don’t exactly go together. Which lens will you choose?


Remember
I’m blaming menopause. It’s seems like the perfect excuse to explain my forgetfulness these days. But today, a scene unexpectedly emerged...


From R2-D2, With Love
Pillsbury sugar cookies with hearts. That’s what I envisioned to complete the Valentine’s care package. They had always been Carolyn’s ...


Opportunity Knocks … Down to the Ground
It was a clarifying moment as the words etched on my mind transferred themselves from my fingertips to the screen.
The idea went something like this: When defeat or rejection arrives at your door, it can actually be an opportunity. Yes, I said O-P-P-O-R-T-U-N-I-T-Y. This seemingly outlandish idea was triggered by a quote I stumbled upon in R. Scott Rodin’s “Stewards in the Kingdom.” I randomly opened this particular book and began to read. And what was revealed next changed


Adjustments
I have issues. Most require treatment, sometimes medication. My most pressing chronic problem is located in my neck and back, so visits ...


New Year’s Convictions, Old-Year Obstacles
New Year’s Resolutions. They just don’t work. At least they haven’t for me. But here we are with yet another year behind us so it’s time ...


#Frozen
The lyrics will never go away, so I have decided to embrace them. And today, my 50th birthday, is time to proclaim my new mantra ...


Hope on the Corner
This time I decided to make eye contact. I was prompted into action by the echo of my son, Nate, in my ear, who often expresses his ...




