Misc.

We were a family of six growing up, so a station wagon made sense.  To Dad, though, having TWO station wagons made even more sense. I can still picture the back door of the blue wagon, plastered with what seemed like a hundred bumper stickers. Dad was the pastor of our church, so it served

I voted.  And so did a lot of other people.   At this point, the results of the election are still uncertain but here’s what we do know… Psalms 9:7 But the Lord will remain and sit enthroned forever; He has prepared and established His throne for judgment. 8  And He will judge the world in righteousness; He

I am a practicalist.  (I don’t know if that’s even a proper word, but it seems to describe me quite well). Life has to make sense…and if possible, I would like to have all the details ironed out before I take a single step forward in a new or different direction. But the more I read

I was sitting in the optometrist’s office when I got the news.  “Glasses”, he said. Tears filled my eyes, and I leaned into my mother.  I felt silly, crying as a teenager over something as simple as glasses. But I was devastated, and the struggle was real at an age when image mattered. My mom

Years ago, as my family and I were on our way to church, we stopped at a nearby convenience store. My husband’s parents were with us and my father in law just needed to run inside and buy some mints (a must have for before and after church fellowship). Before my father in law could

Have you ever walked through something overwhelming and difficult? It seemed like an eternity as you were in that season. But you knew giving up wasn’t a solution. So you did your best to be steadfast in faith and rely on God’s strength. And when it seemed as if the challenge was finally over, you

Recently I was overcome with fear and anxiety about a very difficult situation in my life.  What I had hoped and planned for was suddenly in question. My stomach was in knots and I barely slept.  I woke up the next morning still feeling the heaviness of the uncertainty of what was going to happen.

The weeks leading up to our wedding were peaceful…for me.   I jokingly say that my husband was the “bridezilla” because he planned most of the wedding.  He likes the details. So, my role was to agree or disagree, and honestly, I preferred it that way. One day,  I was asked to make a decision.

I’ve been told that I’m a little on the quirky side…and I can see why.  I don’t like what the average girl likes. I’m not a fan of floral arrangements, massages or manicures and I’d rather be at home than on vacation. I like to think of myself as unique.  And it’s nice to know, I’m in

“At the end of the day people won’t remember what you said or did, they will remember how you made them feel.”    There is some question as to who actually said that (most say Maya Angelou) but regardless, there is some truth to that statement.   Rewind…2 weeks ago. It was my birthday and