There are days that are easy, when the proverbial wind is at my back. No real effort seems to be needed on my part. The words flow … or the To Do list disappears in almost magical fashion. And then there are those other kinds of days. You know the kind I’m talking about. It’s all row, row, row my …
I thought it would be fun to talk about lessons learned this week. I could share about learning the lesson “Don’t try to get up and walk around when your foot is completely numb” — yeah, still recovering from that lesson. But it’s Friday. And this quote from Larry King struck home in a “Huh. Ain’t that the …
This is not the blog post I expected to write. Of course, things kind of spun out of my control yesterday. And there’s the truth of it: I made the mistake of thinking I had the day all under control, hemmed in, thanks to my all powerful To Do list. Yeah, that’ll do it. My plans for yesterday: write, write, …
Perspective is a valuable commodity. The challenge is, perspective is earned — through trial and error. Over time. You experience enough life, you gain clearer perspective. When you’re younger, life can be all about the big happiness: a birthday Christmas turning 13 … or 16 … or 18 … or 21 buying your first car sharing your first kiss …
When I read this quote, I knew I wanted to share it on my blog sometime soon. It’s one of those “etch it in stone” kind of quotes. The truth is so important you don’t want to forget it . . . and yet, we do, on a daily basis. We forget we’re already loved. (Jer. 31:3 NIV) We forget …
I have had my heart broken … and I am thankful for it — now. In the breaking, I found both my weakness and my strength. No one else broke my heart. I did that. Yes, someone’s actions hurt me deeply, but it was my actions — my reactions — that caused my heart to crack. To crumble. To break. Instead …
It’s not a question of if we’re going to face suffering. It’s not even a question of when or what kind of suffering we’re going to experience. In the end, it comes down to this: Who is going to win the wrestling match? The suffering? Or you? When I first began to wrestle with the stark reality of abuse in my …
I do not like name tags. You know those sticky little squares that with the printed pronouncement, “Hello, my name is . . . ” Yeah. I don’t like them at all. I don’t even like name tags when you dress ’em up and put them in plastic protective covers. They annoy me. Besides a person’s first and last name, name …
I can calculate my wealth by pennies, nickles, dimes, quarters, pesos, liras, euros, shekels . . . you get the idea. And sometimes I’ve done just that: looked at the balance in my checking account or my savings account — perhaps both — and decided whether I had enough to be grateful for. I can assure you, there were many …
Loving someone is a choice. Vulnerability is a choice. If you choose to love someone, then you choose to be vulnerable with them. You open your heart to all the beautiful possibilities: closeness, acceptance, understanding … and to all dangerous woundings: rejection, betrayal, loss. There have been moments when I’ve asked myself if the cost of loving someone — the price of …
