Are We Sure Father Knows Best? (a story about losing the lottery)
There are moments when I throw my hands up and my head back so I can ask God directly if he knows what he's doing. I have to admit these are moments of insanity, but none compare to the scene I threw in my head when I read a devotion about finding our wealth in God. Proverbs 31 writer Wendy Blight tells her story about not winning the lottery....
Sandra and Jesse, sometimes it's about grace instead of a glass slipper
It’s ridiculous, I know, but I spend at least a few minutes a day concerned about Sandra Bullock and Jesse James. I just can't seem to shake my Happily-Ever-After Syndrome. Because of graduate training and a few addicted relatives and friends, I'm acquainted with addicts and their addictions more than I want to be. Jesse sounds like he's got...
I Want to Be Like Him
A friend recently gave the best advice for following someone's example. “If you want what they have, you have to do what they do,” she said. So when I heard author Jerry B. Jenkins speak at a conference about two of Billy Graham's life-changing practices, I took notes. Search the scriptures Pray without ceasing Jenkins helped write Billy...
Without the Hyphen, what's a well-written day?
Well Written Days (without a hyphen) was posted on every page of my Web site, in letters big enough for a billboard. It also happened to be the title of the second post on my blog. Again, without a hyphen. Turns out, I had quite a few well-written days without the hyphen before I noticed it in a reader's comment. She described her well-written...
Big Toe Hairs (are you self-aware?)
The poem wasn't nearly as funny once I found out it was true. With a magnifying glass in hand, I turned on the light over my bathroom sink. I sat on the lid of the commode to check. That's when I saw them - hairs long enough to curl, maybe even long enough to braid. Shaving the backs of my heels, my ankles, and the tops of my feet was a habit....
A Well-Written Day, a post about self-discipline
My well-written day? I'm up and showered by 6 a.m. I write for a couple of hours before going to Zumba, a Latin dancing class, then I take a brisk walk on the beach. Back home by 10, I eat a cup of yogurt while at my keyboard. I write until noon. I eat salad for lunch, then take a walk around the block before returning to work. As for...
The Sense of Walking, a lesson about the five senses
“I know the other one. It's the sense of walking,” said a little boy sitting on the back row. He was naming a sixth sense during the lesson on the five senses. He got the idea from Mr. Potato Head's big blue tennis shoes. The intern taught to a group of wiggling, talkative four-year-olds. Mr. Potato Head was the focus. His bug eyes, pink ears,...
Hi, I’m Kim.
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