I’m Hungry. But am I hungry?
The Write to Right, Form vs. Formula, 5 circumstances in which you could use your writing. Out of the 5 I came up with, I chose #5: "I could write…
Yet Another Miracle
Yet Another Miracle Last summer hubs got mystifyingly ill. Although we suspected some strain of Covid, he was never tested and the doctors he saw were unwilling to make that…
Sunday Morning Musings: But For The Grace of God
Sunday Morning Musings: But For The Grace of God It’s a mix of anticipation and dread I experience as I plan to visit my friend Katie* for the second time…
Two White Dogs
Two White Dogs Two white dogs appeared running loose in our retirement neighborhood a few days ago. According to our Facebook group, everyone was discussing them, but no one had…
Sunday Morning Musings: Bread Cast Upon Water
“Give generously, for your gifts will return to you later. Divide your gifts among many, for in the days ahead you yourself may need much help.” Ecclesiastes 11: 1-2 This…
Sunday Morning Musings: The Donut Story
I drop off the donuts still questioning the meaning of this morning’s donut quest. Is it about sacrifice? None of this was convenient for me. Is it about following God’s plan instead of my own? About listening when guidance is offered?
God’s Grace
What if we met everything with God's grace? Instead of anger. Instead of backing away or tuning out when someone mistreats us or lashes out at us. What if we came back with God's grace every single time?
Sunday Morning Musings: Me: God, please help me God: I’m trying, but you’re not listening.
Even when we say, “Oh, God” or “Oh, my God” or plain old “God!” it’s a prayer of sorts. Whether we’re sharing grief, frustration, or joy, God hears us.
Sin: Gluttony Verdict? Guilty
I’ve come to the conclusion that we are a nation of gluttons. Not only when it comes to food, but in so many areas of our lives. We have too much. Too many choices, too easily obtained.
A Better Version of Me
what if I couldn’t do any of those things? What if I was trapped in a house, in my room, in my bed, alone and in pain? What if I couldn’t bathe myself? What if getting to the toilet required a monumental effort equaled only by getting back to my bed afterward?