They are women that I would love to ask to be a guest writer on this blog. While I can’t do that (since they are with God), I will share some of their work and poetry. They are gone but shouldn’t be forgotten.
I don’t recognize the writing. I don’t recognize the return address. I rip open the envelope that came in the snail mail to find a hug on paper. There wasn’t a long note inside. Just a small quote and it was signed “thinking of you this week.”
What makes you who you are? We string together experiences and lessons one by one like pearls. Some are born out of irritants, but they help us develop many beautiful layers of strength and courage. Others are timeless gifts of wisdom graciously given by those closest to us.
There was yelling, there was cursing, and kitchen cupboard doors being slammed—the argument? Something rather minor and nonsensical. It happened really fast; from 0 to 100 in about 2 minutes.
I often struggle when I see people respond to this question. Are they really praying? Is it just a nice thing we say to one another to make us feel better? Do we really believe in the power of prayer?
By Guest Author: Katie Donovan. I am very ashamed of my thoughts now. I never really had a “real” exposure to addiction. What I saw was what was pictured in the movies, or on TV. We lived in the suburbs where “that just didn’t happen around here”.
It’s December and I’m kind of annoyed. Every day, my email inbox and my mailbox alike are full of requests for donations. My social media feed is full of Random Acts of Kindness and causes to give to and mushy good stories. What the…?!? The reason I’m annoyed… …is because I’m wondering where all of this…
Where does it come from? What is it originally for? Why is Halloween celebrated so differently across cultures? and Why are Christians all over the board when it comes to celebrating it? I am not here to pick a side and answer the question “Should Christians celebrate Halloween?” Rather look at its history, its current application, and why it is so hard to answer the should or shouldn’t question.
It seems I’ve had the opportunity to wear my funeral clothes a bit more often lately. Sigh. Death is a part of life. “Then man goes to his eternal home and mourners go about the streets.” (Ecclesiastes 12:5) I got you on that one… you thought I was going to quote the “time to be born and time to die” verse from Ecclesiastes 3. Well, that one is applicable too, I suppose. We all have a time to die, but let’s look at the mourners: I am a mourner.
Those of us that remember September 11 know exactly what we were doing when we heard that planes flew through buildings. We remember the shock, the feeling of helplessness, the mind-blowing pictures on TV screens. But do we remember? Do we remember the changes in our country on September 12 and beyond?
“She is so beautiful,” I thought. Nothing fancy, just her regular self, but it was a thought I’ve found recurring in my mind more and more as I watched different friends in animated conversation. What do your friends think of you? I’m finding that many times, they think of me more than I think of me. More…
“You have an unlimited budget for lingerie,” my husband told me as I headed out for a much overdue shopping trip. I jokingly told my friend this and she took it serious. She proceeded to pick out a few things that, according to her, I “could totally pull off!”