I cannot grow in love if I have unforgiveness in my heart. As I ponder past wounds, I discover that I still have to forgive myself.
In this blog, I write about what not to do when someone offends you. I opened my mouth to correct them and made things worse.
As a writer, nothing is more satisfying than writing “The End” at the end of a creative work—and the end of a creative year is no exception. This blog reviews 2015.
In this blog, I meditate on what it means that Jesus healed a crippled woman in front of a crowd of men.
In this blog, I contemplate the origins of Thanksgiving and a national tradition of thanking God for our blessings.
One thing that I have observed from hanging out with a bunch of mature ladies at the resort pool (average age is 80) is that no one escapes hardship; however, you can choose to face it graciously.
We are all weak and struggling in this world. No one is exempt from bad times or pain and suffering. It comes to us all: rich or poor, bad or good, famous or obscure, man, woman or child.
The lesson that these wonderful women, my friends whom I exercise with, have taught me is that they are resilient and grateful for life. They don’t complain, they merely inform. They share and laugh frequently at their misfortunes.