As life continued to be “challenging,” and parents and students struggled, I encouraged these moms to shore up their own faith by turning to God’s word—in order to pivot. Pivot from thinking too long or too often about what is crappydoodle—”because of COVID”—to what is absolutely amazing—”because of Christ.”
Here are a few “because of Christ” truths to combat the crappy “because of COVID” thoughts (otherwise known as stinkin’ thinkin’): Continue reading
It’s September. Time to learn and explore something that will improve our lives! So this is my shameless plug for reading and studying the gospel of John for the first time—or the fiftieth time—because it’s that good. The gospel of John is where Jesus makes 7 compelling claims about who he is.
And those claims beg the most important question you will ever be asked, “Who do you say that I am?”
So read John’s gospel for yourself; make your own assessment about Jesus.
And may I suggest, don’t do it in a vacuum. First and foremost, invite God to be with you—even if you’re not sure He exists. Continue reading
Remember the old football cheer that required audience participation, “lean to the left, lean to the right, stand up, sit down, fight, fight, fight”? I’m virtually cheering for you with this “Fight, Fight, Fight” post. But it requires you to read, listen and watch. I promise that one or more Fightin’ segments will bless your […]
Our first Christmas in Charlottesville, and our adult kids and their significant others were celebrating in other places with other people.
The morning began with a twinge of melancholy for the exuberance of Christmas past. It would be a quiet day, just the two of us, for the most part. We had no plans other than seeing a movie. It seemed like it was shaping up to be like any other day—and that made me sad.
It happened one chilly April morning. I found myself locked out of our new home with no spare key hidden under any fake rock. I was a total unwashed mess, underdressed in a thin T-shirt, wearing rainboots, and supposed to let my new cleaning lady into my house in just a short while. Continue reading
Last November, my sister and I distracted ourselves while waiting for good news on our mom’s hip replacement surgery. Her surgery went so well that we did not get as far down our scavenger photo list as we did when similar shenanigans entertained us years ago. We did it just so we would not go crazy with all the waiting. (You can see some of our “waiting game” pics below and at the gallery sidebar titled “While We Were Waiting”) Continue reading
I have barely slept these past 6 nights; I gave up my OTC sleep aids last week after hearing from my Physicians Assistant that the active ingredient, the same as what’s in a common allergy pill, may be linked with dementia. I’m not usually over-reactive to such news, after all, those studies are often unreliable. Then I had a very senior moment and my decision was made.
Several things occurred to me during the many many hours of sleeplessness:
My husband appropriately calls himself “The Spotter.” Wherever we travel, he looks around, helpfully pointing out the *unusual, whimsical, interesting or sweet — then I point my camera and record it. He endures vacations and local outings which often consist of hours of wandering on foot, my camera at the ready. I shuffle a few steps forward, then come to a sudden halt. I point, shoot and start up again; by his count, the most consecutive steps I take — before I inevitably stop again — is five.