I made a mistake a few Sundays ago. It was our one Sunday per month when we take the bread and wine and share testimonies and prayer. I’d been released from the hospital for my collapsed lung about 18 hours before. I couldn’t wear a regular bra due to my chest tube wound and dressing. … More Jesus didn’t wear a tie.
In the last 5 days, I was stabbed in the chest while fully awake, but we will get to that. I am going to tell you why some days are just about being thankful for your next breath. Job 33:4 The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given … More Just Breathe
I’m not very good at being content at all times. I live about 70% of my life content. Most days I love my life and feel fine about wherever I am and what I’m doing. It’s always inevitable that this little gremlin arises in my chest when I least expect it. I somehow arrive one … More My Father’s well of peace.
This scripture has graced the chalkboard above my kitchen sink for over a month. I usually rotate the scripture more often, but the last couple weeks has been emotionally and spiritually stressful, and left me feeling a bit misunderstood, misjudged, and like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m fighting … More Dish Duty
Hey you guys! It’s good to be back. I took a technology break, and it did my brain well. I have been burning out lately, and I realize that I need to find a happy medium between time online with writing, answering emails, and messages, and living life. I was beginning to feel constant … More Aloha Ohana
Sometimes being a Christian is really annoyingly and aggravatingly hard. In these moments, we make a decision. Whether it’s one small instance of challenge, or in every way we respond to and take care of the needs of others…we are asking ourselves, “God’s way, or my way?” God’s way bears fruit, but the way of … More It’s the little things.
When I was 13, I took a repelling class at church camp. I’m naturally adventurous and used to be a teeny bit of an adrenaline junky before my body disintegrated. I thought a repelling class would be a piece of cake. We went to a 40 foot water tower, geared up, and started. When it … More White Knuckled Grip
“You have a big hole in your pants, and I can see your cheek.” We were at a wedding a couple weeks ago, and my friend had just whispered this into my ear, from behind me. I instinctively reached back and Oh sweetness! Where is the nearest bush? I’m swan diving into it. I … More I see London, I see France
This is something my husband calls me as a joke. I hate it. I loathe the term “Floxed.” It makes this sound like some horrible hobby club. This isn’t a club anyone wants to join. The initiation process is too brutal. So what is “Floxed?” The FDA press announcement here: https://www.fda.gov/NewsEvents/Newsroom/PressAnnouncements/ucm513183.htm describes it as ,”disabling … More One Floxie Lady
God closes doors sometimes. The trick is, not hanging on so tight, you get your fingers caught in the door. When I graduated high school, I had a plan. I was an art major, and I had 3 different scholarships towards that goal. I was going to work towards being a high school art teacher. … More Check yourself before you wreck yourself.