Here are 10 things you could force me to do, and I would not fight you: Drink a second cup of coffee. Read a book before I could eat dinner. Listen to my children sing. Organize a desk. Snuggle with Matt under a blanket in front of the fireplace. Fold towels. Spend three hours…
Wednesday was time to practice. For days God had been hurling information at me about my unhealthy need to get approval from people, and I was taking notes as fast as I could. Then it was 4:00 on Wednesday afternoon, two and a half hours before I would teach a room full of about 50…
Yesterday I learned that Oswald Chambers, author of the classic devotional writings, My Utmost for His Highest, died when he was my age. Yesterday I met a young friend in her 20s at Target, and she is suffering from chronic illness. Now she has new, severe physical ailments, and she spent the afternoon having diagnostic…
A few nights ago, just before walking up the stairs to bed, I received a text. A friend had moved and was in desperate need of help cleaning her old rental. If I could help, would I please call in the morning. I did not want to clean. I could help, but I did not want to give up…
My dad used to give me a simple command, and I would say, Yeah, but… He would answer, No “yeah buts”. Just do what I’ve told you to do. End of discussion. I see many complex problems –overwhelming fear, depression, anxiety, feelings of worthlessness, anger, shame… And I guess maybe I am a very simple…
Recently I posted a blog entitled Is Self-Pity a Sin? Several hours after publishing that blog I opened my email to see a short note from my employer of 11 years. She regretted to inform me that as of the following Friday they would have no more work for me. My first reaction was pain….
Yesterday morning I had a good reason to feel sorry for myself. I woke up at 1:30 a.m. in a quiet, comfortable hotel room and could not go back to sleep. I’m used to insomnia as a nightly occurrence, but when 4:00 and then 5:00 rolled around (the alarm set for 6:00) tears of self-pity…
We do odd things when we get frustrated with something. Like when I took typing in high school and just could not get the hang of it. One day, during a timed typing test, I got fed up, kind of screamed a bit, ripped the paper out of the machine (this was a typewriter people),…
Her feet swung from the piano bench, until we turned the page. She saw all those black notes, and her legs stopped swinging. That’s too hard! I can’t play it. It’s too hard! You can, I said. (Ignoring her most pathetic sighing and already-defeated slouching.) And we started in. One measure at a time. No, that’s…
I annoyed my little Awana girls. They gathered around me to say their Bible memory verses last night. I always make them explain what the verse means and talk about how we should obey it or believe it. This makes them nuts, because really they just want to say it as fast as they can…
I’m in the basement trying to create a blog post, and my husband is upstairs helping my daughter with her macro-economics homework over the phone. I can’t concentrate! So I give up and lay down on the couch to pray, coming dangerously close to falling asleep, and I end up eavesdropping on their conversation. He’s…
I used the last of the toilet paper yesterday. Since the beginning of toilet paper, which, according to Wikipedia, was used first by the Chinese in 6th century AD, there has been conflict within the user of the last square, about whether to replace the roll or leave it for the next guy to do….
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