Week 26 Memory Verse
Imagine your reaction if someone told you this… A woman was sitting in her living room dealing with a terrible ordeal and all of a sudden, a peace that totally goes beyond anything she could understand or imagine or explain came sweeping over her body. In that instant, she suddenly felt happy. Joyful. Would you
Little Black Dresses Bring Joy During Trials
The hardest thing to do when I’m feeling down is the one thing I know will help me feel better. It’s not exercise or sleep or eating healthier meals. It’s kindness. I know when I’m at my worst, I have to get my eyes off myself and put them squarely on the needs of others.
Tattoo Take Two
I never knew nipples were such a big deal. Actually, it’s not the nipple, it’s the areola that’s causing all the problems. When I stand in front of the mirror, I notice two things: 1) The tattoo I had on my reconstructed side has faded and lost pigmentation in some spots. The tattoo artist told
Week 25 Memory Verse
I think it’s a pretty safe bet that we all know what “anxious” means, right? Yeah, I thought so. But just the same, humor me while I google it… adjective: anxious experiencing worry, unease, or nervousness, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. “she was extremely anxious about her exams” wanting
Kindness Eases the Pain of Saying Goodbye to a Father
My friend’s father-in-law recently died. It came on suddenly. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. They weren’t prepared. I wonder, when it comes to losing someone we love, if we’re ever really prepared. The hole that’s left while we are mourning seems like an endless chasm, and yet it’s the perfect size for kindness.
Reclaiming Our Happy Place
I cut the head off a fish the other day. My fingers still smell kind of peculiar. I wouldn’t exactly call butchering a helpless, flopping fish my kindest act ever, but I had a good reason. We wanted to eat it. Last December, Saul and I bought a sad little lake cabin. It desperately wanted
Week 24 Memory Verse
I’ve never been described as a gentle person. At least not to my face, and I’m not sure that’s one of the words that comes up behind my back. Bold. Direct. Bossy. Brave. Maybe even energetic. But gentle? No. We are in the process of memorizing a weekly verse together. Actually it’s a paragraph I’m
