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Posted on 9.16.2016 by Jody Noland

Have you ever had your feelings deeply hurt or been grossly mistreated? Felt used, abused or excluded? Yup, me too.
 
Worse yet, has anything horrible happened to someone you loved? Rape, sexual abuse, robbery, slander?
 
What do you do with those hurts, especially when they happened to someone who was completely innocent? How do you deal with the resultant righteous anger and indignation?
 
How do you let go of the pain, especially if the person causing the hurt or pain was not remorseful or even caught?
 

Posted on 9.09.2016 by Jody Noland

Where were you on 9/11/01?

Posted on 8.26.2016 by Jody Noland

Allergy season must have started early this year. Or maybe that’s not the real reason behind all of the red-eyed parents that I’ve seen recently. Yes, the red eyes are the symptom of a changing season…just a season of life, not the weather.

Posted on 8.12.2016 by Jody Noland

It’s that time of year again. A new school year has started. And with the advent of another academic year comes fear, anxiety, uncertainty, and nerves.  Especially for parents!
 
Recently, I had the completely awe-inspiring experience of watching a baby sea turtle emerge from the nest and make the long trek across the sand to the ocean. The temptation was to pick the miniature turtle up and help him on his way. But I knew that would likely be harmful to the baby turtle. He would gain strength for his adventures at sea by the work required to cross the sand.
 

Posted on 8.05.2016 by Jody Noland

Remember this old saying? The implication is that the shoemaker’s children often go unshod. And sadly, the truth of this adage applies across a broad spectrum. It happens with “PK’s” (Pastors' Kids),“MK’s” (Missionaries' Kids), and even “BK’s” (Builders’ Kids). A parent might dedicate their life to a particular calling, but neglect their own families in the same exact area.
 
But sometimes, gloriously, the shoemaker’s children have beautiful, handcrafted shoes. And when that happens, it should be celebrated!
 

Posted on 7.29.2016 by Jody Noland

Have you ever wondered if your life has really mattered? Whether you’ve made a difference with your years?
 
The milestones in our lives often cause those questions to bubble to the surface. Perhaps it’s a birthday that ends in a zero, retirement from a long-held career, moving to a new city, or something even more devastating like a diagnosis of cancer or ALS. But down deep, all of us have moments of wondering about the impact of our lives.
 

Posted on 7.23.2016 by Jody Noland

Most people agree with the value of writing affirming, encouraging letters to loved ones. Yet most of us don’t ever get around to actually writing the letters.
 
Why?
 
More directly, have YOU written letters to those who matter most?
 
If not, why not?
 
Is it that you don’t know where to begin or what to say?
 
Yes, that’s an obstacle to some, but if you’re reading this blog, then you undoubtedly know about a workbook that simplifies the process. 
 

Posted on 7.15.2016 by Jody Noland

Birthdays always bring out my uber-reflective self.  My annual tradition is to look back over the previous year and to record the major lessons learned as well as the highlights (and sometimes, the lowlights) of the previous year.
 
This year, I’m at the start of a new decade. According to my birth certificate, I’ve just turned 60. (Still trying to wrap my head around that fact!) And with this milestone, I’ve expanded my review to look back over my entire life.
 

Posted on 7.09.2016 by Jody Noland

It still doesn’t seem possible. But it’s the truth. I turned 60 yesterday.
 
Really.
 
6-0.
 
And I must admit, the anticipation of this birthday made me swallow harder than previous birthdays. Your parents turn 60. But when it’s the milestone that you face, it’s pretty sobering.
 
But instead of needing to wear sackcloth and ashes, I was blessed with a tsunami of love.

Posted on 7.01.2016 by Jody Noland

It was one of those flights. Every single seat was filled. Fortunately, I had snagged an aisle seat. At least I thought I was fortunate. Then, the kicking started on the back of my seat.
 
Immediately, I assumed that the crying child in the row behind me was the source of the kicking. I tried looking over my shoulder, hoping that my “hairy eyeball” would effectively communicate my cease-and-desist message.

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