A quick and handy guide to get your lists and life under the control of a life-settling Savior!
Who am I? I’m a kid from the 60s and a teen from the 70s. I remember a lot of mumbo-jumbo talk in those days about having an “identity crisis” and “finding yourself.” Welp, folks, at 62 I’m happy to announce: I’ve found myself! Guess who I am? I’m God’s kid! I know you might … Continue reading Identity Crisis: Solved
Brad and I celebrated 35 years of marriage today. -Not much hoopla, just a walk on the beach. That was enough. My 35 year marriage is a product of God and a choice, a choice to stay married. Brad and I have stumbled along this walk and powered through some tough stuff just like everyone … Continue reading 35th Anniversary – My Sloppy Love List
God is sending us a message loud and clear: “YOU are loved!” The Type A Lady is forgetful, however. That’s why I created my Checklist of FIVE Things YOU (ahem...I) Need to Know! Let me know what you think! Perhaps you can help me remember some more great God Stuff! Send me a message! I’m … Continue reading Five Things You Need To Know (A Type A Checklist)
Maybe you didn’t have the best relationship with your earthly dad. Don’t let that stand in the way of falling into the arms of your heavenly one! This Fathers Day, my prayer is that you honor the Dad who knows you best. He’s right here ready to wrap loving arms around you. Run to Him...and … Continue reading Fun Friday: Fathers Day Trip To The Cabin
I had to pick up a few things the other day so I stopped by Harrods. I and a thousand other people crammed into their door. There were lots of beautiful things in this historic London store, but they had nothing on my shopping list. Here are some neat views of Harrods and here’s my … Continue reading Harrods Shopping Spree
Please stop comparing yourself to others. I made you who you are for a reason. Discover your own, unique, high and holy mission. This does not have to be earth-shattering. It just has to be authentic. — Love, Jesus
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
