Spiritual Perspective from My Cat
This morning I was sitting in my ‘prayer chair’ wondering where Monica was. Normally my cat plays by the patio doors where I can see her. Not today. Snow replaced leaves that normally flutter back and forth across the deck. No games of chase for her anytime soon. Looking out the windows, it dawned on
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
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.