When I was about 7 years old, I asked my Dad some spiritual questions. While I don’t regret asking, his answers make me wonder where he is right now. “He who dies with the most toys wins,” he used to tell me. I had no idea then, and neither did he, how very wrong he …
Like nearly every other secular teen girl at the time, my heart ached to be someone else. We scoped each other out and measured ourselves against what we saw. So-and-so’s long, curly, flowing, hair emulated perfection. Another’s parents’ money dressed her in the latest fashion (which the time mainly consisted of bell bottom jeans and …
My heart pounded and my stomach ached… I couldn’t eat, didn’t sleep well, and just felt nervous. All over a conflict with someone I really wished would go away. The conflict, I mean. J This was less than just seven years ago. I couldn’t seem to get on the same page with an individual. No …
One of the 215 kids in vacation Bible school came up to me clutching one of the church’s Bibles yesterday. “Can I keep this? I don’t have one at home,” his pleading eyes searched my face for the answer he hoped for. “Of course! You keep that. Put it with your things in the back.” …
Oops. Uh-Oh. I can’t get through a day without apologizing to nearly everyone I live with at least once. I forget things, even though I am highly scheduled. I’m sometimes selfish, so I inadvertently hurt someone else’s feelings. I get sick and have chronic pain, so I can be short on patience. And I’m human, …