Week 51 Memory Verse: What would be left?
“Suppose for a moment that God began taking from us the many things for which we have failed to give thanks. Which of our limbs and faculties would be left? Would I still have my hands and my mind? And what about loved ones? If God were to take from me all those persons and
No need to plan kindness this season
Are you done? Have you finished all the hustle and bustle that comes with creating the magic of the season? If so, good for you! (Now can you come to my house and help me?) If not, take heart. Ironically, it’s in the midst of our craziest schedules that we are most blessed with the
The Kindness Podcast Episode 10: Helper’s High
Several years ago, when I was first beginning to write on the topic of kindness, I got a speaking request. A group wanted me to come and talk about the health benefits of kindness. It seems this should have been right smack dab in my realm of knowledge, but it wasn’t. I knew what kindness
Week 50 Memory Verse: I’m not that important
She’s not really going to do it, is she? The woman in the BMW was edging closer and closer toward the front of my car. Columbus, lunch hour, Christmas shopping chaos. It was complete gridlock and this woman was holding up 6 cars behind her as she insisted on sneaking between my car and the
Kindness is found in the giving, not the decorating
My friend, Tania, has been going through a whirlwind year of transition. One year ago, she sold her dream house, the one she had designed, built and lovingly decorated eight years prior. She and her husband felt a call on their lives to downsize. Even with two kids still in the house, they knew it
The Kindness Podcast Episode 9: A Case for Kindness
I never knew the radical effect kindness could have on a life until it had an effect on my life. Isn’t that the way it always goes? We can hear about something again and again, but until it becomes real for us, it’s simply not real. I went from seeing the world through mostly grey
Week 49 Memory Verse: God knows Ben loves Carson Wentz
I tucked in my youngest son last night with the same two questions I always ask. Who loves you? Momma. Who else loves you? Jesus. I always end by saying That’s right, Momma and Jesus love you! Then I walk away sort of giggling to myself, because I like the ring of that — Momma
