Several years ago I had a most fascinating experience. It was a season of life when many things were changing for my family and for me. It was an exciting time. It was a stressful time. It was a meaningful and purposeful time. It was the hardest time of my life. It was, to that point, the most rewarding and exhilerating time in my life. I mentioned in a recent blog titled, “A Man Without A Home”, about my homeless friend, Tim, and how he impacted my life. It was Continue reading
Everyone wants people to like them and to get along well with them. Everyone wants to be esteemed and loved. I don't think anyone wants conflict or enjoys conflict. With this being said it makes me wonder?
How can you ever expect others to be gracious and forgiving to you when you walk around harboring bitterness, resentment and are lacking forgiveness toward others?
If you struggle with another or maybe more than just one other...here is a strategy for you. Most of my life I am quick to forgive and do not Continue reading
“Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.” Prov. 31:25, 26
“Here comes the Bride, all dressed in white…"
That’s how the song goes, “here comes the bride, all dressed in white”, the wedding march. Weddings are beautiful. I had a very traditional and formal wedding. I do not think all weddings need to be formal, but ought to reflect each individual and their uniqueness…special in every way. I made a Continue reading
“I have much to write you, but I do not want to do so with pen and ink. I hope to see you soon, and we will talk face to face.”
3 John 1:13-14
I mentioned in my previous writings about how I am not only a people watcher, but I am a noticer of people. What does it mean to be a noticer? Andy Andrews wrote an entire book devoted to this topic, simply titled, “The Noticer.” I understand that all people are different and noticing may not come natural Continue reading
I was driving home this morning from dropping my children off at school. I pulled up to the light, stopping, as it turned red. I looked up to see a man crossing the street directly in front of me, in the cross walk. He was older, but I suspect his well-worn and weary face was not an accurate description of his actual age. He had deep lines and creases upon his face and his eyes were tired. He wore dirty clothing and a hooded sweatshirt that covered his head from Continue reading