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The remedy for regrets ::: Rejoice

As the ornaments were removed from the tree this Christmas and placed in their storage box until next year, a wave of regret rushed over my heart.  Promises to finish our Truth in a Tinsel ornaments were never kept.  Promises made two years ago. The memories played through my mind.  My precious child, two years… Continue reading The remedy for regrets ::: Rejoice

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Choose joy

It has been a while since I have last sat at the computer to post to the blog.  I apologize for my delay; however, I cannot say I am sorry for the reasons I have been away. God has been working things in and out of my life.  Working out the bad and working in the… Continue reading Choose joy

Faith

How I once ate a humble Girl Scout brownie (similar to eating humble pie)

As I spent time this morning in God’s Word, I was reminded of an opportunity for humbling when I was 10 years old. It was a warm Texas summer, and I had packed my bags to set off for Girl Scout camp.  My mother reminded me to mind manners while there.  And my intentions were… Continue reading How I once ate a humble Girl Scout brownie (similar to eating humble pie)

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Let’s talk GLUTTONY or is now not a good time?

From our spiritual leaders we hear much of our need for surrender. Being yielded completely to God so we’re pliable clay in the Potter’s hands. It seems there is often one area frequently (purposefully?) overlooked. Even quietly accepted. Gluttony. Each Christmas season, I find myself making allowances and compromises on food and drink.  While typically conscious… Continue reading Let’s talk GLUTTONY or is now not a good time?

Faith

Christmas is wherever we are (a reminder to my husband)

There are unique times in this existence when we are allowed to witness a person living out his faith in his God. And I have the privilege of being united with such a man. A husband and father willing to offer his family not what the world tempts him to provide. Rather, he invites his wife and two sons to follow him as he… Continue reading Christmas is wherever we are (a reminder to my husband)

Faith, Family

Less is more (an RV kind of Christmas tree)

Some time back, my friend Tiffany offered me three words of encouragement. Less is more. I didn’t realize, then, I’d be celebrating Christmas in an RV. And living out less is more as a family. This journey is certainly one to be remembered. A path taking our family toward a greater appreciation of the simple.… Continue reading Less is more (an RV kind of Christmas tree)

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Dia de Gracias (Guatemalan Thanksgiving)

We spent Thanksgiving in Guatemala this year.  Our family and our pastor.  I cannot deny the thoughts that came to visit that day.  Images of turkey, dressing and favorite desserts back home with family in Texas.  But, reality was gritty, sweaty, smelly and foreign conditions. Again, just as in all attempts to reject the invitation to… Continue reading Dia de Gracias (Guatemalan Thanksgiving)

Faith

Sharing Sunday: ushering in abundance

Through John 21, our Pastor gave us a glimpse of the bounty available to believers. The plenty that fills our nets when Christ arrives. “Men,” Jesus called to them, “you don’t have any fish, do you?” “No,” they answered. “Cast the net on the right side of the boat,” He told them, “and you’ll find… Continue reading Sharing Sunday: ushering in abundance

Thanks Living

I discovered a treasure in my RV!

One morning last week, on my way back to our new home in the RV, my thoughts veered toward and lingered on our cramped living circumstances awaiting my arrival. Forgetting we are in the middle of an amazing adventure with God, I allowed my mind to dip into the weary well of despair and drink… Continue reading I discovered a treasure in my RV!

Faith, Thanks Living

Don’t ditch your swim trunks (hope and swimming holes)

In my early years of social work, I had the privilege of transporting foster children to their medical appointments and family visits.  One of my favorite children was Arthur.  Arthur is now an adult.  But, when I entered into foster care, he was about eight years old.  Arthur stole my heart. And even though I… Continue reading Don’t ditch your swim trunks (hope and swimming holes)