There’s a little black spot on the sun today, that’s my soul up there It’s the same old thing as…
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Archives for November 2017
How to Fill the Empty Seat at the Thanksgiving Table
When tragedy strikes, it becomes a line of demarcation. Like the rings in the trunk of a tree, each misfortune…
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If we could peek into the heart of God, what would we find?
Does life sometimes come at you all at once? Have you experienced life at that breakneck pace that steals your…
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When you’ve lost so much – how do you manage to be grateful?
My daddy was an ironic mash-up of 70’s flower child and Sicilian Catholic. In the 70’s and 80’s he had an annoying habit of preaching the gospel of “PMA.” For those of you who might have been subjected to this particular brand of torture in your own lives, you will recognize “PMA” as standing for “Positive Mental Attitude.” For every negative comment that Daddy caught us uttering, he would literally make us repeat the opposing positive statement out loud ten – TEN – times. You recognize the formula. It takes ten – TEN- positive thoughts/actions/comments to erase the energy created by just one negative thought/action/comment.
Never Underestimate the Power of Prayer
My heart is breaking this morning to see some of the Social Media comments ridiculing prayer.
I know first hand the discordant emotions of simultaneously not having prayers answered (those fervent prayers between a call informing me of Brooke’s accident and the second call …) and of having prayers answered (prayers of comfort).
Why “Dances with a Limp?”
You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken. And the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly – that still hurts when the weather gets cold. But you learn to dance with the limp. – Anne Lamott
If you are looking for evidence of God’s sense of humor – you’ve landed in the right place. Had I lived in Biblical times, you likely would have had an easier time finding me at the well than in the synagogue. Frankly, there hasn’t been a less likely candidate to share the Word since Saul of Tarsus. And, there is where the comparison between the Apostle Paul and me ends.