Satan Knows a Good Deal
Unloved, unnecessary, worthless. I bought those lies a long time ago. And, like a drunken impulse purchase from Wish.com, I’ve tried to return them only to end up clicking “add to cart” from the next Chinese knock-off. One of these days I’ll delete those shopping apps and stop buying the lies. God’s grace will be
Just start…
So much has happened over the past few months. It’s overwhelming. I’ve wanted to share so many little moments, revelations, trials, tribulations, joys and sorrows. The journey. <sigh> Have you ever felt you were running a race so slowly you’d never catch up… so you stop trying? That’s me and this blog; it’s me and
Sticking with it
I’m not a quitter. I don’t like to say, no. I don’t like to do anything half-arsed. Most especially, I don’t like to fail. That said, after hubby and I had two diving sessions in the pool, I was ready to give up. There’s so much to be aware of: your breathing, buoyancy, equipment, other
YMCA vs Scuba
When I was a kid, Saturday mornings were spent at the YMCA. My brothers and I were enrolled in swim classes year round. The tradition of hitting the pool was almost as sacred as going to Mass on Sundays. (Okay, not even close but you get the drift.) Our parents wanted to make sure we
Belonging
Were you one of those kids who attempted to feign ill on the day of the dreaded gym class dodgeball game? Me too. It’s not that I hated the game. Competition, playing hard, and being part of a team gives me great satisfaction. It was becoming part of that team that plagued me with anxiety.