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Slowing down a minute to drop this note. In the future I’ll be sharing more about how this Type A “cracked pot” became shattered, but...for today... I want to let you know how I have the power to become new...even at the old age of 66! First...a question: ✅ Is there something missing in your … Continue reading Shattered Pot…Made New
God had me in mind when I stumbled onto the message. Pastor talked about getting stuck in our painful places of grief, regret, disappointment, hurt, rejection, and loss. He said God did not create us to get stuck. -Raise your hand if you’ve ever been a prisoner to pain. (My hand is up.) Let me … Continue reading Get out of the Graveyard!
I’ve been packing a lot of memories lately. Do you realize, when you’re moving, you have to touch every single memory in your home? Geesh! This is exhausting. -Photos, toys, books, notes, and mementos are piled everywhere in my house. Oh, brother! Laurie’s hands and heart are getting a workout. I’m overwhelmed. But, have no fear, God … Continue reading Thanks…for the Memories
Beautiful things can grow in hard places. I’ve planted Cornflowers (some call them “Bachelor Buttons”) in all my gardens. I plant the seeds in designated flowerbeds. No matter where I plant the seeds, however, the cornflowers refuse to grow in my gardens. The little blue buds of cornflowers always turn up in the hard places, … Continue reading Beautiful Things Can Grow in Hard Places
Are you a worrier? The Type A Lady is a worrier. I tend to take on other people’s problems. Worry is my watchword. Heartache is my hangup. Now, as a Christian, God calls me to care. But, when I’m conquered by concern, petrified by problems and distracted by distress. I’m not useful to God. I’m … Continue reading Five Tips to Cope with Worry
The tension was on. Results were critical. The decorated shoebox was in place, corner-squared on my desktop. Its slotted lid was a gaping mouth- begging, begging for food. I was in the sixth grade, Valentine’s Day, 1968. I’d separated six sheets of Valentines, carefully scoring each punctured piece to pull out the cards: an elephant … Continue reading The Love Note
Confessions of a Type A Woman 