Dance in the Rain
Welcome to My Journal
My life has often felt like a raging storm. A hurricane without an end. And yet God has given me joy in the midst of it. And through the raging storms and the intermittent drizzle, I’m learning to dance in the rain. (Figuratively, of course.)
Me? Change the World? (maybe not today)
I was on a panel for my former MBA program. As the underachiever of the group, I decided to let my mind wander during the discussion…a big mistake.
Talking Myself Through Suffering
With post-polio, my strength is deteriorating rapidly. In my pain, I need to remind myself of seven things that put my trials in perspective…
What if I throw a party and no one comes?
I like numbers. But numbers and social media can become an all-consuming trap that falsely defines our value and blurs our focus.
Is Discerning God’s Will as simple as a green light?
To truly hear God’s voice, I need to be willing to accept whatever He says. And that requires that I listening closely.
Do I Value Sustaining Grace?
No one complained about the parting of the Red Sea. Everyone loves delivering grace. But no one is satisfied with manna, God’s sustaining grace. Yet that is the grace that tethers us to God.
When a jackhammer won’t wake your daughter
My daughter cannot wake up in the morning, even with an alarm clock as loud as a jackhammer. It’s hard to awaken her, but I persist in trying to get her up, just as God persists with me.
Finding Joy in the midst of suffering
I am convinced that our capacity for God, and for true joy, is carved out of our suffering. It is out of that chasm, that emptiness, that God alone can fill us. With Himself. With His joy.
A Word for the New Year
Every January, I select a word to symbolize the new year. I consider both where I am lacking and where God is stretching me. This year I chose a word that reflects what I want to become.
Why am I so ungrateful at Christmas?
Nothing highlights my need for gratitude more than Christmas. While I point out other’s lack of gratitude, I disregard my own ingratitude for the people themselves, which is far worse.
Never Give Up Hope
I pull into the driveway, and I’m undone yet again at seeing my stunning camellia bush. This simple shrub that has weathered many storms, has taught me to hope, even when all seems lost…
Never Give Up Hope
I pull into the driveway, and I’m undone at seeing my camellia bush. This resurrected shrub has weathered many storms and has taught that God is always working, especially when we can’t see it.
Now I Can’t Hide
Writing a blog is a risk for me, because I cannot hide. When I put words out there, I cannot take them back. Even if others disapprove of them. Or of me. I can’t hide them in the attic if I’m rejected.