So, This Happened
I always hated cats. Stuck up, prideful animals. I grew up with dogs. My best friend growing up was a collie, Charlie. He was pretty much my only friend. We would go on long walks and talk for hours. We had to put him down after he became really sick. I swear I could hear
Even the Dark is not Dark for You
After 2 glorious weeks in Jerusalem – sunny every day, not a single cloud in the sky, and temperatures in the upper 80s to low 90s (my kind of weather) – we came home to clouds, rain, and temps in the low 60s. I struggle with mild depression – SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) which compounds
90 Day Lock Up
90 days are a roller coaster, seem like forever, and feel like lock-up. When I discerned out of 20 years of youth ministry, my spiritual director gave me guidelines to follow: No official ministry or job for one year giving me time to heal and learn to listen to the Lord. Find a hobby, discover
Don’t Blink
Our treadmill is in a partially finished area of the basement along with Jerry’s weight set, universal machine, a freezer, filing cabinets, and several bookshelves filled with our daughters’ books. This afternoon while sitting on the floor putting on my running shoes to hit the treadmill (it was raining outside), I began to stare at
Little Girl, Rise
There are days that I allow myself to sit and wallow in my ‘unworthiness’ wondering how someone like me… an unassuming nobody, can hold any value or have anything to contribute. And, now that I’m retired/semi-retired/on sabbatical, these thoughts creep in more frequently adding new layers to anxiety and depression. Over the past 20 years,