There’s always something going on in my head and heart.

Lucky (or unlucky) for you, I usually share it here!

Running on Empty

Of all the days to come up empty... Easter would not have been my first choice. After all, we are supposed to have our families spit shined and polished in matching Easter attire to parade through the atrium at church. Followed by an elaborate meal on fancy dishes...

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God, where are you?

It's all too heavy...awful actually. Yesterday a sweet family lost their son, the same stupid virus that claimed the life of another local girl just last week! Where is God in the midst of death and tragedy? How can losing a child be a part of His plan? I am one of...

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Be the Hero

My childhood was complicated. We didn't have a safe or secure place to call home. At the time, I didn't realize how "different" our circumstances were, on some occasions ignorance truly IS bliss. As the decades have passed, the vast contrast of my childhood to those...

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Follow Me: That’s what he said.

I was perusing a familiar scripture when a new word jumped off the page. It was there all along, but in the past I brushed past it with no regard. In John 8:12, Jesus says to the crowd, I am the light of the world. Anyone who follows Me will never walk in the darkness...

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Dear Mom

It’s been three years since your passing. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. On occasion, I pick up the phone to call you and hear your voice while I am bustling around the house. We spent endless hours chatting while I was cleaning the...

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Your life is just a dash in time. How will you leave a legacy?

I’ve attended more funerals than I care to remember, each one painful but different. I once attended the service of a homeless man named Roger who was dear to our church. As with most services, the pastor gave those in attendance a chance to say a few words about him. I remember sitting there thinking how awkward this was going to be. I have been to funerals where no one wanted to speak—how could anyone have anything to say about a homeless man?

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The Enemy: 3 Ways he Attacks

I took the plunge and attended my first retreat, voluntarily. Not just any retreat, but a woman’s retreat … is your skin crawling yet? If you have spent more than five minutes with me you would know that I am not a retreat kind of girl, especially not a woman’s...

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