Is it a sign of compassion when we get upset seeing someone being mistreated? Or that constant roller coaster of emotions as we watch the news? Maybe compassion is that sinking feeling deep down in the pit of our stomach when we scroll through our newsfeed and see...
Recently, as I was packing to go on a trip with our family, I was reminded of a time when I was also packing and learned a significant lesson. My nightstand could pass for a shelf at Barnes and Noble. At any given time I have 5-10 books stacked up that I have started...
It was 2009, I was dropping our oldest son off for first grade at the school located on our church campus. Also on the campus is a beautiful, stone, chapel. The curved stone walls isolate a beautiful courtyard green with grass. Pillars and arches frame this peaceful...
I had only been to a church a handful of times in my life. I knew the name of Jesus from seeing His name on signs; advertisements and occasionally when other people would talk about Him. That is all that I knew of Him. Until, I had an encounter with His...
I promised my daughter that I would take her shopping for a bathing suit after school. That same day, a last-minute meeting came up at work for me. My husband was available so I arranged for him to take her. Problem solved. At least, I thought it was. Bathing suit was...
If I could, I would love to sit down with you, a cup of coffee in our hands, a fuzzy blanket on our laps, and have an honest conversation about life. I’ll bet we would have amazing stories to share. Some of triumph and joy, others of challenge and defeat. We would...
While working in a jewelry store at the mall, seeing my surroundings and people clearly was very important. I constantly gave customers directions to other stores in the mall and acknowledged them by name and if I didn’t recognize a customer that I had previously...
"I'm starving, we are NEVER going to eat dinner!" Say's our eight-year-old in a very frustrated and forceful tone. It was 6:00 pm. "Buddy, have I ever NOT given you dinner?" I replied. I thought it was funny that something as consistent as dinner would be the...
Standing in his doorway, I see the feet that I used to hold in my hand dangling off the end of his bed. Those soft cheeks that used to snuggle in the crook of my neck now have remnants of a five o’clock shadow. I remember him riding his red tricycle down the driveway,...
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