Can No = Yes?

When Barry and I came to California to interview for the ministry position at our current church, we fell in love with everyone and everything immediately.  We realized within hours of our arrival that we were home. During that weekend we engaged in a number of conversations with the elders and pastors, church leaders and youth. [...]

Are You Afraid Too?

I am Afraid...but I don't want to be... Recently I logged on to Anne Jackson's blog and read an old post titled "Are You Afraid to be Amazing?"  Anne's blog is wonderful and if you would like to check it out, you can click here.  Here's the excerpt from Anne's post that got my attention: I wish I had [...]

Heartache to Healing

Heartache to Healing

Update:  The My Story Page is no longer password protected.  Thanks - Jana Over the last week, I've corresponded with a number of people regarding a new page on my blog.  It's titled My Story... To be perfectly honest it should be called Our Story because so many people I know can relate.  I wish [...]

A Transparent Life (part 3)

What is correction, how should Christians handle it and why is it needed?  I've pondered all of these questions through the years.  I've flourished because of a gentle and timely correction and as you may have read in my last post...I've withered as the result of harsh words spoken in an untimely manner.  So, how [...]

A Transparent Life (part 2)

It was 2007 and I had just recuperated from a painful miscarriage.  After almost five years of marriage, I was ready to become a mother. My arms were empty and my heart was aching.  I spent months planning and preparing my body to be able to carry a child to full term.  My eye was [...]

A Transparent Life (part 1)

I grew up telling on myself.  If I did something wrong and I felt guilty...I couldn't keep it a secret for very long.  But, if I did something that someone else thought was incorrect and I didn't agree...well then, too bad for everyone involved.  I wasn't going to budge, much less offer up an apology.  Not until [...]

Better Late than Never

We raced to the terminal, dragging our luggage behind us as we ran.  I was out of breath by the time we reached the irritated attendant at the flight desk.  She displayed her aggravation with great pleasure by rolling her eyes and sighing loudly.  But, at that moment, I really didn't care that I had become [...]