Susan lived “the good life.” One filled with prosperity and love. For years, she and her husband owned a thriving business that allowed them and their children to be surrounded with beautiful material things.
I had a painful phone conversation with a girlfriend recently. She was heavy with hurt. Spiritually paralyzed by circumstances. Her faith has been greatly challenged and weakened.
My husband and I were in a waiting period. His company had gone through a merger and was collapsing positions and territories, which left his employment in jeopardy.
I’m not a very good rester. Even on vacation… which is where I am now. My gang and I are at the beach and yet my mind still swirls with all that needs to be done.
A few years ago my mother in law gave me a 12x magnification hand mirror as a part of a gift. She said that she uses hers all the time and expected that I would love it.
Earlier this week I quieted down in a place of reflection and considered the magnitude of Holy Week in light of Jesus. This prayer was my journaled response:
When my daughter Kennedy was four years old she played on a pee-wee soccer team. We signed her up in hopes that she would have a fun outlet for her overflowing,
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