Around the Table

The question was posed to me, "What is God doing in your life?" I don't always have an immediate brilliant answer and maybe that's my own pride trying to come up with a brilliant answer. Today, I thought I'd answer that question as if we were sitting around my table, coffee in hand, talking. God … Continue reading Around the Table

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All I am for all you are

"I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and … Continue reading All I am for all you are

Listen

The same phrase keeps resonating in my head this week, "Have you finished doing the last thing God asked you to do?" I'm thinking the answer is probably "no" but I can't remember the last thing he asked me to do, which makes me realize I'm not listening as well as I think I am, … Continue reading Listen

When to Speak

Oh the tongue, unruly little member that it is. So hard to control yet able to kindle sparks into wildfires so quickly. More devastating is the heart of man, so quickly devising opinions; so quick to judge and having direct access to the aforementioned member. This arrangement makes it difficult to control myself especially when … Continue reading When to Speak

Heroes

I always thought my dad was a hero. I think a lot of us feel that way when we're growing up. Fathers possess super powers to fix everything from squeaky hinges to teary moments and automotive mayhem. I still call my dad when the car is making a goofy noise and I'm worried. My husband … Continue reading Heroes

Bananas

I moved from Southern Ohio to Florida in 1988. I was in the fourth grade. It seemed so glamorous and magical at the time. We had a banana tree beside our little trailer and I thought it looked so tropical and lush. It was just a baby but we were so proud of it. I … Continue reading Bananas

Lack of Words

All my words have been taken captive. Pirates of time and┬átheir productivity minions have me locked in a cave of clean rooms and financial reports stifling all aspects of my creativity. I think I can see light peeking in through the opening. Soon I will knock the guard out and take back what's rightfully mine, … Continue reading Lack of Words