Tagged with anxiety

Longing for a Perfect World

Longing for a Perfect World

I broke something the other night.  My peace shattered. You see, it seems I notice everything and with that, I’m laser-focused on anything that might be remotely harmful to anyone.  Our grands are coming in next week and a broken glass episode is one of my worst nightmares.  Well, actually, I have several but this … Continue reading

In Sickness and in Health

In Sickness and in Health

On a very hot, July day in 1983, I said, “I do” and equally significant, he said, “I do” as well.  We didn’t have a clue but we loved each other as best we knew how in that moment.  We were willing to put it all on the line and commit our lives to each … Continue reading

Let’s Say Grace

Let’s Say Grace

I’m not sure how it started –“Let’s say grace”–but most of us know what it means. Can’t  you  see your family and friends gathered around a table …bowls and  platters heaped with delicious food  …the smell of home-cooked-goodness filling the air …all calling you to come and eat!?! Saying “grace” brings everyone  to a place for pause. … Continue reading

Surviving the Crash

Surviving the Crash

Our kids and grands all live too far away for this Mama, a.k.a. Nana.  While the miles are many, the road is never too long to keep us from visiting as often as we can. While it came as no surprise to me that our youngest son was making plans to go on another traveling … Continue reading

Why It Matters — An Honest Conversation

Why It Matters — An Honest Conversation

I’ve struggled to write this week.  I felt I had come so far in my journey only to fall back down again.  In #walkingitoutwithJesus I still seem to stub my toe and skin my knees but these last few days seemed to be an out-right falling-flat-on-my-face-moment.  My confidence ran and hid behind the bushes as it … Continue reading

Show Me the Receipt!

While in the checkout line at our neighborhood discount store (that’s code for “Dollar General”), the man behind me asked  how I was doing.  Working hard at being honest and not giving the sometimes polite-but-not-real -“I’m fine” answer, I said,   “I’m doing 0-kay …I always need prayer.”  Putting my off-brand bleach on the counter, … Continue reading