This week I feel like I’ve spent all my time either counting or waiting. It started on Sunday when Paul and Joelle went to our church’s sunrise service at 6:30 AM. Since the congregation was planning a shared breakfast afterwards, and I didn’t have the energy to climb up and down the church’s many and…

There is this strange phenomenon I’ve discovered over the years: Life goes on with or without our approval. We can think we’ve had enough of something, or too much of something, and still it continues. It goes on and on no matter the circumstances, as we also should. Just put one foot in front of…

{jcomments on}The quality of mercy is not strain’d It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.   Portia’s speech from Shakespeare’s “The Merchant Of Venice” came to mind when I awoke tonight, so I went online and looked…

But I trusted in thee, O Lord; I said, Thou art my God. My times are in thy hand . . .                                                                                          Psalm 31:14-15   In the midst of my struggle to wellness I was given a reminder that there are others whose situations are much more dire than my own. Case in point:…

I know I wrote about patience the last time, and thought that the point God was trying to make with me had much to do with it. It didn’t take long to discover that my instinct was correct, and within three days I’d had three devotionals that ‘coincidentally’ centered around patience. The title of the…

This last weekend was Paul’s much dreaded semi-annual event, “the changing our clocks” (at last count we had 14!) as we “changed the time” to Daylight Savings. Well, that’s what they call it anyway, though I have to question the label. Did we really “change time”? It seems to me that time stayed absolutely the…

I got a lot of responses after discussing discouragement in my last posting, and realized I’d touched upon something that affected more lives than mine. A lot of encouragement and some good advice also helped, but that just started me reflecting upon qestions like these: Is being discouraged the same as being in total despair?…

A friend told me the other day that she thought I sounded discouraged. Am I? I had to ask myself that question and then address it honestly. After listing all the items that had changed for the better–and for the worse–last month (see “Little Things” from January 27th, and “What’s the Point?” from February 11th)…

OK, here’s Part Two in my on-going pursuit of good health and the complications that have arisen in that process. In the middle of interviewing for a job change (Paul) and looking into the best trip to make to solve my problems (Pamela), we came upon yet more complications. So here they are: Late Tuesday…

Several weeks ago I wrote about how I felt like I’d been playing some giant game of “Simon Says” and how Simon keeps ordering me off in in the wrong direction: Backwards. That imagery has stuck with me, mentally at least, and I can’t seem to escape it since I seem to be heading that…