Most of the time, I am just fine. Perfectly contented. Happy right where I am. But ever so often, I find myself struggling with loneliness which leads to self-pity. A couple of weeks ago, that is exactly where I was. Sundays are the worse. There’s something about going to church alone, then leaving alone. I … More Always Welcome
“The only thing that stays the same is that everything changes.” That is my new personal saying. Of course, I know God never changes, but I’m talking about our lives here and now. The sun comes up. The sun goes down. Change. The wrinkles and rolls that didn’t used to be there are now. Change. … More The Only Thing That Stays The Same Is That Everything Changes
This was orignally posted in December 2016, but I thought it was worth reading again. Remember, this is from 2 years ago, so it wasn’t this past Sunday’s sermon (Dec 2018) that I refer to. With all the hustle and bustle, the lights, the gifts, the busyness of the season, it is so easy to … More Missing Christmas?
The holidays can be hard on those dealing with grief. We all get that Christmas is that special time to gather with our families and friends. When someone is missing, the gap is huge and it brings about a sadness that can’t really be explained. This sadness may be underlying, but it still seems to … More Who Are You Inviting To Christmas?
“They”, whoever they are, tell us that our country is extremely divided and that we don’t get along. Most of what is seen on the news supports that idea. Now I’m not discounting that it is true we are divided, as our recent elections reveal that to be true, but when we shut off the … More Don’t Let “THEM” Guide Your Life
Living in Eastern North Carolina, I have seen my share of hurricanes. They are never fun! Three times since 1999, our little town has been inundated with flood waters in what they call Major Flood Stage. This time, Florence was pretty kind to us in our area wind-wise, but she stirred up so much storm … More A Gal Named Florence
I don’t know about you, but my life hasn’t gone anywhere near to what I had imagined it would. That’s not a complaint; just a fact. In my earlier years, I never imagined I would be widowed at 56, and definitely not my dad and I becoming widowed only 5 months apart. I never imagined … More The Weaving Of A Beautiful Pattern