Holidays are wonderful!
Holidays are horrible.
Ever feel that way? Even both at the same time?
I love so many aspects of the holidays, but sometimes they exacerbate dysfunctional relationships and add extra stress to already-full schedules. Oftentimes they remind us of loved ones we’ve lost.
We called her the Little General.
I was visiting my new boyfriend’s church one Sunday morning and felt a hand clamp my shoulder.
I turned around to find an older woman with bright eyes and a genuine smile.
“I wanted to meet you,” she said.
I don’t remember what all she said to me in that short conversation, except for one thing.
“I’m the wedding coordinator around here, you know.” She gave me a conspiratorial wink.
I’m sure my eyes popped wide open and my jaw dropped two inches. Don’t say that so loud! We’ve only been dating for two months!
The TV at the gym was silent, but I headline across the bottom of the screen read, “The Harvey Weinstein Effect.”
When #metoo first materialized on social media, there were those who bemoaned the fact that it was merely the topic du jour and would fade away as quickly as that stupid “What color is this dress?” argument.
But it hasn’t. If anything, it’s picked up steam in all the major media outlets and Harvey Weinstein isn’t the only man whose despicable behavior is being called out and rightfully vilified.
There are others, and lots of them.
We bought her for $13,000 in 2004. Our last “debt” car before we discovered Dave Ramsey and revolutionized our thinking about finances.
Last week, I blogged about how to keep others from shaming us, but there’s no magic cure for the shame we keep locked in our hearts for years.
If you’re like me, you’ve asked, “How do we give our shame to God?”
Here are 3 Promises we can cling to while we talk to Him about it and allow Him to take the shame away:
I thought I was the only one. Or at least, a rarity.
Uninvited. On the outside looking in.
It turns out, the feeling is almost universal, at least, according to Lysa TerKeurt’s book, Uninvited: Living Loved When You Feel Less Than, Left Out, and Lonely.
And that means that maybe you, too, need some guidance to deal with rejection. Read more
I wrote a couple weeks ago about my unintentional garden. It’s a 4′ X 4′ tangle of weeds, tomato plants, and one prolific bell pepper plant.
Seriously, the bell pepper plant has four stalks with a dozen blooms each. The first stalk already has a dozen baby peppers forming. If it keeps it up, I won’t have to buy frozen bell peppers for a year.
And that’s not even mentioning the bountiful tomato plants!
That sinking feeling again. Like maybe I haven’t quite lived up to someone’s expectations or disappointed them somehow.
It’s an anxiety that creeps up on me sometimes when I least expect it, accompanied by a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that somehow I’m not good enough.
You ever feel that way, friend?
What are you reading this summer? If you want a light, no-brainer book, then this isn’t the book recommendation for you.
But if you want a book that will change your thinking about the way you relate to God, then keep reading.
I didn’t want to believe it. When the first few women spoke out about being drugged and sexually assaulted by Bill Cosby, I admit, I’m guilty of being dubious.
No one wants to get out the pitchforks for America’s dad. He’s the lovable, 79-year-old man we invited into our living rooms every week. Not even a jury of his peers will convict him in court, apparently.
I get it. He’s Dr. Huxtable, for crying out loud! And he brought us Jello Pudding Pops. Who doesn’t love some creamy, frozen chocolate bliss on a stick?