My daily commute consists of driving to and from work on Central Expressway, Hwy 75. It's your standard highway, with all of your usual suspects commuting with you- the speeder, the weaver that weaves in and out of all the lanes, the turtle in the fast lane, the turtle in the slow lane and everyone in between. One afternoon on my way home, I noticed a car coming up from behind me and passing me on my right side. I was in the middle lane and the car got in front of me. He then tried to get into the
Be a Model
So I did a thing two weeks ago. I wore a costume. While that may not sound like much of an accomplishment, it is for me because the last time I wore one was when I was five years old. I guess you could say that it has just never been in my comfort zone. I’m so self-conscious that I agonize about looking awkward. However, after 40 years, I decided to venture out for an important event. This school year I have had the privilege of tutoring 4th through 6th graders in our homeschool community. The students were assigned the
South Indian Style Chickpeas
In Titus 2:5, Paul encourages older women (that’s me ) to teach younger women (that might be you) how to ‘stay busy’ or as some translations put it, ‘maintain a home’...and girls, part of maintaining a home might involve a little cooking. So, if you’re in need of a South Indian dinner idea, and you don’t want anything too heavy….don’t worry…I got you! ? My life long friend, Shyni Ann Simon, shared this recipe with me years ago, when I first got married (which is also when I first started cooking ?). So if I can do this, you can
Do You Believe it?
"There are those that read the Bible and then there are those that believe it." When I was young, my father would sit at our dining room table with stacks of Bibles and Bible Commentaries. From the NIV to ASB, we had most versions. The table looked like it was meant at a library, not a place to share meals. Since he was the pastor of our church, he spent quite a bit of time reading and studying, especially on Saturdays. I was encouraged to memorize verses growing up and can still recall whole chapters in Psalms today because of
Record of Rights
How is your memory? I would like to blame my age, but the truth is my husband, Lance, and I have struggled with remembering things for a while now. Thank God for Google calendars. This memory issue was really brought to light on our 20th anniversary. Because Covid had prevented our travel plans from happening, Lance arranged a “trip down memory lane” instead. He planned out our day, including driving to significant places in our relationship journey. Once I knew the agenda, I anticipated our first stop would be where we had our first “real” conversation. As Lance started driving,
My life without words
“If someone could only see my actions and not hear my words, what would they say are my priorities?” - James Clear (author, Atomic Habits) I came across this question recently and it really hit me hard. I tend to think of myself in a favorable light. I would like to think I’m a good friend, mother, sister, employee, etc. I'm inclined to think that many of us would say we feel the same about ourselves. But if someone were to get a glimpse into my life, as if they were watching a silent movie, what would they see? What
Don’t Worry About a Thing
After the birth of each of my children, I was physically exhausted and sleep-deprived. I had just enough energy for feedings, diaper changes, and washing bottles. I still recall how my sister would use every free opportunity she had to spend time with my babies during those instances. From infancy through toddlerhood, my sister could be found on the floor with my kids playing with toys and reading books. Eventually, that time was replaced with movies, fun outings, and laughter-filled conversations. Let's just say that I have never had to worry about my children being entertained with my sister around.
Kick Fear to the Curb
The other night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. This rarely happens to me. I felt something squeezing my heart, almost choking me. My eyes stared into the pitch black. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something didn’t feel right.Fear.That’s what it was. It was gripping me…here…in the middle of the night. It didn’t care that it made me feel sick and scared. It just lingered there.COVID. Fear of COVID. I’ve never felt fear of COVID until that night. Was that a sniffle I just felt? Was my throat suddenly feeling scratchy? I
When the Oil is Flowing…
My refrigerator has been having issues. The temperature is inconsistent and the water dispenser is glitchy. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. My husband has changed out the filter, called a repairman and Googled how to fix it- but no luck (first world problems, I know). So…until we get the issue resolved (or get a new refrigerator), we’ve learned to live with it and live without it. When the water dispenser works, my family gets excited and we fill our cups up to the brim. I actually go a little overboard and fill up all the empty pitchers I can find
Too Good To Not Believe
Here's some honest truth from this side of the screen. I have been in a valley for a while. It's not the scary kind, but it's still a low point. Many of our posts last year told the story of how several of us lost our Pastor due to Covid. Our family fasted and prayed for him. We completely believed for his healing and were left in utter shock when we heard of his passing. As a healthcare provider, I knew what his report said, and I knew it was not good. I still wholeheartedly believe that God was setting
