It’s been three years since my last blog post, yet at renewal time, I just couldn’t let my blog go. I was reflecting as to why I needed to hold onto it. I mean I had recently re-read a bunch of my old blog posts and cringed as I read them. I would write them so differently now. A little less preachy, maybe writing in the mess, versus waiting until I had cleaned up the mess. And it’s been three years since I posted! Continue reading “Love & Joy”
Today at work some co-workers had their panties in a twist, and I was not joyful about it. Rather I was irritated, I complained, and got mad. I wrote harsh, witty emails, and fortunately had the good sense to erase them before hitting send.
How many times have you beat yourself up with the woulda, shoulda, couldas of life? I spent years second guessing decisions that I already made and lived. Continue reading “Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda”
One of the most powerful destroyers of peace and joy is “living anywhere but here”. It also prevents you from fully Embracing Life. Men and women have been faced with this throughout the ages, but I believe that recent technological advances have made this an exceptionally difficult landmine in this day and age.
So what exactly do I mean by “living anywhere but here”? It primarily manifests itself in three ways: Continue reading “Anywhere but Here”
God wants us to enjoy our lives. Not just in the world to come, but today, in THIS life, He offers us joy and peace.
The evil one would like nothing more than for you to be an ineffective Christian – unhappy here and no source of light to those around you. Continue reading “Embracing Life”
Every now and then you have one of those magic moments that you know you want to ingrain in your mind forever. I had one of those last week, December 30, at an Oceanside hotel, 80 degrees, the whole pool to myself, floating on my back, looking straight up at the clouds, with palm trees swaying in the rear. Absolutely perfect. My happy place. Continue reading “That Perfect Moment”
Without snow and the traditions from home, it does not feel like Christmas. It makes me value that much more the sacrifice that my husband has made in living with me, in a land foreign to him. But there is joy in both places, love and family. Continue reading “Christmas in Panama”
I spent too long believing I was living Plan B. I thought that if I had just done X, Y and Z, I would be living Plan A. For now I was waiting, doing my “penance” – until Plan A would magically appear, and my “real” life would start and I would live happily ever after. Continue reading “Plan B”