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Published on January 3, 2014, by in Uncategorized.

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WavesJanuary 2014. As usual, the arrival of a New Year is cause for deep introspection and evaluation. For many of my years I have made New Year resolutions, but not this year. As I look back over 2013, I realize that what I really need to do is to continue my efforts to live out several resolutions that I already have in place, at least for now. Even so, my time of introspection led me to take stock of the fact that life around me is changing quickly. (more…)

 
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Published on December 26, 2013, by in Uncategorized.

1461811_10203014936161175_923804917_nDecember 25, 2013. The annual arrival of Christmas day means many things to many people. The season itself can bring about feelings of great joy and sweet anticipation. As a child I spent the whole year looking forward to the next Christmas. There was something magical about laying under the Christmas tree and looking up at the colorful lights. However, as I got older and the realities and responsibilities of life started to creep in, the Christmas season lost a bit of its lure and luster. And then there have been those years when it seemed like surviving Christmas was the best that I could hope for. Christmas can be especially hard on people who have experienced a recent loss or are going through a particularly lonely time in their life.

But from heaven’s perspective, Christmas day is cause for great praise! A chorus of heavenly hallelujahs sing out “Glory to God in the highest”… for it is on this day that we celebrate the greatest gift that ever was, or ever will be, given to mankind (Luke 2:14.) Today, all of heaven and earth celebrate the fact that God loves us so much that He sent His Son on a rescue mission to earth; a mission to rescue us from everything that separates us from a relationship with our heavenly Father. There is no way that you or I could ever be good enough, or smart enough, or powerful enough to save ourselves and become the people that God created us to be. Yet, when we receive by faith the gift that God sent us in His Son, all things are possible! In all of life, I know no greater love or joy than this.

Earlier today I saw that several people shared the following song on social media sites, there is a very good reason that they did. This song captures the simple, yet profound, beauty of the love story that we celebrate on Christmas day; a story that continued on a cross and continues in our lives today. After all of the hustle and bustle, the gifts, the food and people, this song helped me to recalibrate my focus back to the true gift of Christmas. If needed, may this song do the same for you. No matter what season of life we find ourselves in, may our hearts join the heavenly hosts and the writer of this song in saying, “With every breath I’m singing hallelujah!” For unto us on this day a Savior is born, and His name is Jesus (Luke 2:11!)

Merry Christmas to one and all, and to all a good night!

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Published on October 23, 2013, by in Uncategorized.

Horse Morgue File

The call for freedom begins long before our eyes catch a first glimpse of life outside of the womb. As preborn babies we punch and kick as if to say, “Let me out of here!” As tiny infants we cry and squirm when mom buckles us in the car seat. As toddlers we say, “I do it daddy,” while we struggle to break our tiny hand free. As school age children we wine and complain that all the other parents let their children play computer games late into the night, all of the other parents let their children stay overnight at their friend’s house when the parents aren’t home, and all the other children’s parents let them eat chocolate and drink pop at bedtime on a school night, and on and on. (more…)

 
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Published on August 28, 2013, by in Uncategorized.
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weightsAt some point in most of our lives we go through the process of putting together a resume and filling out a job application. If all goes as planned we are called in for one or more interviews. And then, with sweaty palms and a pounding heart we sit before our interviewer(s) and try to sell them on the idea that we are the perfect applicant for the job; we boast of our education, our strengths, our experience and our overall qualifications. But rarely if ever, would the interviewee boast of his weaknesses and/or past failures. However, as I have sat in the seat of both the interviewee and the interviewer, I have learned that you can gain a bird’s eye view into a person’s true heart and character if you can discover how they view and acknowledge their weaknesses and prior failures. (more…)

 
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Published on July 23, 2013, by in Uncategorized.

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tattoosIt’s been a few weeks since my fingers have danced on this keyboard. Sometimes life happens and by necessity other things have to take priority, but my heart has not stopped thinking about you and yearning to put words to a subject that has made its way into my heart. To briefly recap, the last blog entry talked about the importance of story and its great potential for impact in our lives and in the lives of others, especially when our stories are lived in the context of God’s bigger story.

In the last article I touched on the fact that everybody has a story, and for the most part, everyone yearns to somehow be part of a bigger story. I am confident that there are those who would find this to be an arguable point, for example, those who claim to be loners and live a lifestyle that seems to shut the door on potential relationships. I have had times myself when I too have claimed to be a bit of a loner and wished that I could go live on a mountain somewhere all by myself. (more…)

 
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Published on June 20, 2013, by in Uncategorized.
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Child Reading

What were some of your favorite childhood stories? A few of my favorites were The Velveteen Rabbit, The Secret Garden, and Heidi.  But my all time favorite story was a book named My Side of the Mountain, a story in which the main character is a 12 year old boy named Sam who lives by himself in a hollowed out tree in the Catskill Mountains. Sam left home because he was unhappy with the life that he was living in a New York apartment crowded with eight siblings. He longed for something different. Looking back I see that this book was probably a strange choice for most young girls, but not for me. I was a bit of a tom boy. I liked Barbie dolls and playing beauty shop, but I LOVED Lincoln Logs, Legos and Fishing.  It seemed to me that boys got to have more fun than girls. So it comes as no surprise that I identified with the storybook character of Sam. I entered into Sam’s adventures as if they were my own. When I discovered that this book had also been my husband’s childhood favorite, I think that I fell in love with him right then and there. (more…)

 
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Published on May 29, 2013, by in Uncategorized.
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BusSome years back, unbeknownst to me, the idiomatic phrase, “to throw someone under the bus” was greatly popularized by sports journalists. But it wasn’t until a few years ago that I first heard the phrase, when one day at work I was blamed for something that I didn’t have a clue about. As I left the scene somewhat stunned and confused by what had just happened, a co-worker said, “Boy did he throw you under the bus!” I wasn’t yet crystal clear about the meaning of the phrase, but in that moment I could have written an essay on what it feels like to be down on the ground under the wheels of a bus. Basically, it felt like I had the weight of a bus was crushing the breath out of me. (more…)

 
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Published on May 13, 2013, by in Uncategorized.
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Little Girl 1Something inside of each of us longs to be loved with an everlasting, unfailing, unconditional kind of love; a love that is unselfish while at the same time passionate and pursuing. The desire runs so deep that we search endlessly until we find it, or until a suitable substitute crosses our path. Even as a young child I remember yearning for love. I would sit on the grass and play a little game called “He loves me, he loves me not” in which I was trying to determine if the current object of my affection loved me back. I would pick the petals off of a flower, and with each petal that I would remove, I would alternate between the words he loves me and he loves me not, hoping desperately to find out that he indeed loved me back. However, I had a way of manipulating the game to get the results that I wanted. For example, I would pick a flower with the correct number of petals to end on the phrase he loves me. Or if I could see that it wasn’t going to turn out the way that I wanted it to, I would pitch the flower before getting to the end and I would start all over. I couldn’t bear the thought of unrequited love. The grownup truth is that love cannot be manipulated, but try telling that to a young heart that’s yearning for love. (more…)

 
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Published on May 1, 2013, by in Uncategorized.

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Angry Man“I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE PERSON WHO’S IN CHARGE HERE!!!” Envision a red face, popping neck veins, fists clenched, perhaps even a few expletives added… and then imagine that this loud bundle of negative energy is heading directly towards you. Have you ever been in the presence of someone who was obviously upset about something, and they storm in shouting something about speaking to the person in charge, or getting to the bottom of this? Perhaps their statement was directed at you, or maybe it was directed at some other unsuspecting victim. I have had times when such a question was aimed at me, and I’ve been in a store or a restaurant when an innocent sales clerk or waitress was the victim of an angry, boisterous and demanding client who was bent on releasing their fury on the first available person. Just the thought gives me goose bumps. I am not crazy about anger, but I am definitely not immune to it either.

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Published on April 16, 2013, by in Uncategorized.
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SeagullSand, sun, seagulls, the sound of waves lapping at the shore… balm to the soul. For many years my husband and I had made it a tradition to take the day of our anniversary off and hang out at the beach like a couple of beach bums. It was September 13 and once again the beach was calling. But this particular trip to the beach was like none other. Most years we return with recharged batteries and renewed feelings of love. But this year we brought home a lot more.

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