If you’re smack dab in the middle of the “Sandwich Generation,” you’ll know exactly what this term means. Responsibilities on all sides. Teachers’ conferences, college visits, baseball and ballet practice, drama with schoolmates on one side. Your own children might even be getting married and having children of their own! (I know, I know...you're far too young to be called "Grandma!")
Like many of you, I prayerfully pick a “theme word” for each new year. It’s a word that represents my hopes and prayers, an expression of the gold thread that I long to see woven throughout the fabric of my year. And my word for 2019 is THRIVE. An accompanying verse for “my word” is that I long to be “a planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor.”(Isaiah 61:3)
“Hmmm. What could this be?” That was my thought several years ago when I spotted a small cardboard envelope from my daughter in the daily mail pile.
Quite odd for something like this to randomly arrive from a busy college student.
I ripped open the envelope and found a CD inside. It said “For Momma. ❤️ I Love You!” Enclosed was a note explaining that the CD was a mix of songs she had put together to encourage me as I continued to make brave steps outside of my comfort zone. And to this day, that CD remains one of my all-time favorite gifts.
Have you ever moved to someplace completely new and different where everyone is a stranger? It’s “character building” to say the least! Life seems like an endless road trip outside of the comfort zone. Clueless about the best place to buy any product or service, you long to see just one familiar face, whether it’s the barista at the local Starbucks or the cheery Post Office clerk. (Yes, they really do exist!)
Valentine’s Day. For some, it’s a wonderful celebration of love and romance. But for many others, it’s one of the most painful times of the year, wryly referred to as “Singles Awareness Day.”
I sincerely hope that you are in the former group, looking forward to tender and cherishing moments with your beloved.
Over the last six months, I’ve spent a lot of time looking at the expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. The beauty is breathtaking and ever-changing. And the vastness of the sea provides a constant reminder to keep things in perspective.
But gazing upon something so large and unending as the ocean is also a constant reminder of how small I am in the grand scheme of life. Somewhat akin to a grain of sand as one of the 7.4 billion people on the planet.
Do you ever feel small and insignificant like I do?
What a question! I know you’re not a violent person. And in your wildest dreams you couldn’t imagine killing someone unless it was for self-defense or to protect a loved one.
But what if you could be slaying someone in another way?
What if you could be slowly killing someone with your words?
Most people say “what a great idea” when encouraged to write letters of affirmation and blessing to those they love.
For the last month, we’ve been commercially bombarded with endless reminders that Mother’s Day is fast approaching.
Yes, the holiday is a wonderful celebration of motherhood. Moms who endlessly give and serve their families throughout the year do deserve to be honored and affirmed.
Yet for many, Mother’s Day elicits more pain than joy. But why?
The 2017 NFL Draft is underway in Philadelphia. And over the next few nights, atop the steps that Rocky ascended, lifelong dreams will be coming true as aspiring players are selected for NFL teams.
Many of those drafted feel fortunate just to have survived to adulthood. Countless players come from the humblest of circumstances, having never known financial or physical security.
The future financial compensation can be staggering for those whose names are called by the NFL Commissioner.