I Love Me, I Love Me Not

I vacillate through life regarding myself alternately with loathing and pride. It’s a see-saw of self-deprecation and self-adoration: I love me, I love me not.

Ugliness spews forth from my mouth like fire from a dragon, and I mentally flagellate myself like some kind of ancient monk. I write something I’m particularly proud of, and I’m a modern-day Steinbeck. I regard the (more…)

Sweat the Small Stuff

Ever feel as if you’re stuck in the spin cycle – spinning your wheels so fast that you constantly spin out? You keep waiting for your big break, but it’s brokenness that you get. You pray, as Jabez did, that God will enlarge your territory, but the only thing that enlarges is the gulf between you and your dream. Okay, so (more…)

What’s Your Legacy?

Maybe it’s because I just got over a kick-you-in-your-behind illness, or maybe it’s because I’m officially a woman of a certain age, but I think about things like what people will say about me at my memorial service. (FYI, I’ve asked that Alison Krauss’ “Everyone Wants to Go to Heaven (But Nobody Wants to Die)” be played at my funeral. If (more…)

Heavenly Minded and of No Earthly Good

Nearly two weeks ago, my youngest son came home sick after serving as staff at a weeklong church camp. When his fever crept up into unnatural numbers, the doctor confirmed the unpleasant reality: the flu, a summertime strain for which we hadn’t been inoculated.
“You’ll come down with seven deadly diseases,” my oldest son prophesied as he looked at me almost accusingly. 
“Gee, (more…)