My husband and I were in the mall. He was getting his watch fixed. I needed to sit down so I went back into the mall. Suddenly I realized I was talking to myself. Out loud. When I went home, I wrote this poem. Little old lady, sitting all alone, Talking to herself, ’cause she doesn’t have a phone. No one to call, there’s nobody home. One by one they left her, and now they’re all gone. Gone are the…..
In my book, “Choosing Life,” I mentioned how much I enjoyed school. Learning, really. I loved history and geography. One of my teachers told a story about a train ride through Europe. There were four passengers in her compartment. The only language they had in common was Latin, so they conversed in Latin. I studied about the world, and I longed to see every bit of it. I wanted to climb the steps to the Parthenon, sit in the Coliseum,…..
I remember a pastor telling the story of a man who went from church to church trying to find the perfect church. The pastor told him, “Well, if you find it, don’t join it, because you’ll ruin it.” How true. We, as believers, are not perfect. We would like to be, but we all have a human nature. We go to church because we love the Lord and want to be together to worship Him. Why don’t you go to…..
Too heavenly minded, and no earthly good. We’ve all heard it. It strikes fear in our hearts that we could become so interested in things that are “holy” that we will become genuine oddballs to our friends and family. I remember the first time I heard the message that Jesus’ death on the cross was payment for our sins and that we needed to ask for His forgiveness and accept that payment for ourselves personally. I had just graduated from…..
I was just listening to an Ex-Jihadi talk about his experience. He was drawn into becoming a terrorist. He said, “You can go from being a nobody to becoming a hero who will be remembered overnight.” Wow! That struck me for several reasons. First, how do you want to be remembered? Do you want to be remembered for doing something pure evil? Wouldn’t it be better to be forgotten forever than to be remembered for doing something horrible? I remember…..
To pray or not to pray, that is the question. It’s a question I have grappled with since I became a believer in Jesus. In “Choosing Life,” I told you about my dysfunctional family. I may have been the scapegoat, but the destructive force in our lives was my father. It was in my mid-twenties that I decided to believe that Jesus was real and that He was my only hope. My first prayer for my father was that he…..
I am not a fashionista. My style is strictly classic, with a twist. Fads and fashions come and go, but classic is always in style. I do have the classic wool blazer, but it is bright red. Years ago, I found the perfect shirt. It is a good quality long sleeve camp shirt with two pockets on the front. I can roll up the sleeves to make it a three-quarter length, perfect with slacks or jeans. So I bought over…..
Back in the day, Loretta Young had a TV sitcom. On one of the shows, during a cocktail party, the question was asked “Who are you?” Most of the people responded with their names. Some answered with their occupations: doctor, plumber, accountant. One woman answered “I am a child of God.” Everything stopped. All attention was on her. In those days, it was acceptable to speak of your Christian faith wherever you were. And, of course, her answer was profound……
If you studied economics, you know about the TANSTAAFL theory. It you didn’t study economics, you know this instinctively. TANSTAAFL: There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch. Somebody is paying. If someone is receiving food stamps, they are not free. The government does not “make” money. It does not “earn” money. It takes money away from someone to give it to someone else. Someone is paying taxes. And, if someone is receiving something for “free,” they are paying…..
I have always been allergic to roses. Then lilies. Then perfume. When it got to the point that I was coughing 24/7, I went for help. I have COPD with Bronchial Asthma. I never smoked, but I was born with asthma and my father smoked. The coughing was not only keeping me from sleeping, but it was painful. It was like being hit by a Hindu bed of nails in the front of my chest and then, a second later,…..