It seems to me life feels either like a warzone or a wonderland. Somehow, the middle ground goes unnoticed. And really, I remember more of the times when I feel like I move from one battle to the next. Wonderland memories sink to the bottom of my consciousness. Because of that, I search for safety most
Anchors Aweigh
For weeks now, my inspiration for new posts lags behind my desire to write new posts. Other writing holds more of my attention. For the second week in a row, I offer you a slightly reworked blast from the past. The post below, originally written in September of 2017 with the same title of Anchors
Waiting For The Wisdom
Recently, I saw on Facebook a meme that said, “Still waiting for the wisdom that was supposed to come with old age.” Certainly, the writer intended for me to laugh. Instead, the comment struck me off-center. I don’t want to reach my golden years and have only a life of folly to report. I had
She Still Climbs Mountains
The women in my family do hard things. The candles on my aunt’s birthday cake are inching toward a number that begins with 7. This week we went on an adventure together. As I watched her put one foot in front of another, I thought – She still climbs mountains. Her tenacity inspired me. Do
Influences
Too many of my adult years I spent giving too much weight to the wrong influences. I lived perpetually reacting to things long done and over. I have good news. No matter what you have been through, there is One who sticks closer than a brother (Prov. 18:21) My exact opposite exists in the form