I held tightly to my little ones, the tire inches away from a cliff in the remote Himalayan mountains. The SUV rocked side to side. No seat belts. They giggled and waved to the monkeys. Kids are such wonderful adventurers. I, however, was in full “adulting” mode. There were endless horrible possibilities. It would take me days to list them all. I held my breath as cars brushed past us. Greater is He that is in me. Greater is He that is in […]
This week I decided to quit drinking coffee. Considering the fact that I have lived on coffee more than food, this is epic for me. My life has orbited around it like the sun since I was 16. On the farm where I grew up, coffee was the center point of the breakfast table. In college and grad school, I traded sleep for the promise of a jolt found in my trusty Mr. Coffee pot. And, post school, I even […]
The Texas sky hung large over me as I sat sobbing in the driveway of our new house, my body draped over my old work boxes in the trunk of the van.
Twelve years of entrepreneurship, elbow grease, and long hours were all over. And, instead of me taking the work boxes out, they took me for a whirl.
Got a question for you.
Have you ever wanted to become more deeply spiritual, but didn’t try because you were afraid you might become a weirdo? (A-hem! You know the kind… I don’t have to elaborate here.)
Or maybe you were concerned people would think you were no longer relevant.
The topic of how to live a Spirit-centered life is one that comes throughout my posts, the Real Life Journal, and my upcoming free audio course that will go live soon on iTunes.
As a studier and liver of Jesus’ teachings, I am fully subscribed to the belief system that when we follow Jesus that miracles can be a part of our real, everyday lives.
This morning I went to a 5:45 AM high interval intensive training class or as my sensei would call it, HIIT! (Fist bump.)
At one point in my life, I was her. But, this morning, I jiggled and jumped, breathing a little more heavily than I would like to admit.
My “warm-up” included literally kicking myself in the butt over and over again.
At first, it wasn’t that hard. My butt has grown a wee bit bigger lately, so it wasn’t too hard to reach. My heel went right up there with a nice slap.
Suddenly a thought occurred to me, “This is what my last year has felt like. I’ve been kicking myself in the butt over and over again.”
My biggest regret in life could be fictionalizing Jesus. Good or bad, I am guilty of assuming what the character of God is like without consulting the source.
As I child, I would reenact my own version of the Bible on this flannelgraph, complete with fashion show and musical.
We only had 15 people in our country church, but that back Sunday school room flannelgraph did not disappoint.
Jesus, a brown man in white Versace robe, was always the star of the show, while His disciples acted as the backup singers and models.