Viewing entries posted in 2007
This morning I was supposed to get on a flight to Florida. The conference I was scheduled to attend wisely cancelled as Florida residents and others along the east coast are bracing for the fury of now category 5 Hurricane Dorian. It's hard to even imagine the size and prowess of a storm like Dorian.
As I hugged her goodbye I reminded myself not to cry until after I left the apartment. In that moment it didn’t matter how mature and capable I knew she was, all I could think about was how many miles were between her apartment in Manhattan and my house in Arkansas (1,304 if you were wondering).
Just the words would bring fear or exhilaration into the hearts of 10 year-old's all over our city. Our pool had once been host to the Junior Olympics, so not only did it come equipped with the low and high springboards, there also stood a gigantic concrete invitation to test your nerves on 3 massive platforms.
I know waiting is hard. Hang in there, and today I’m praying He will give you all the courage you need for another day, another hour, even another minute! Wait patiently for the LORD. Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the LORD. Psalm 27:14.
I'm not very good at asking for help. Okay, fine, I'm the worst at asking for help. I come by it naturally, my family was filled with strong women who were fully capable of doing it on their own, whatever it was. Just the thought of asking for help makes me nervous.
"Gutsy" means having a great deal of courage or nerve. My best friend and I often remind each other to be gutsy. It’s because we are both naturally chickens who love to avoid hard things. As much as we’d like to be sweet and gentle all the time, sometimes life requires us being brave.
My friend, Jill, told me that when she struggled as a child with nightmares her mom encouraged her to read Psalm 23 and Psalm 29. Reading the 23rd Psalm made sense to me.
My husband and I are buying a new house. Well, new to us. It’s actually over 100 years old. Reading an inspection report on a home that was built in the early 1900’s can be a bit overwhelming. Time has a way of wearing things down.
In the classic question of do you want to know the good news or bad news, I tend to want to know the good news. In fact, if you tell me the bad news, I’ll probably try find a way to see how it will work out for the good.
I was never afraid of the dark. As a little girl I loved lying in bed in a dark room watching the night sky out of my bedroom window. We lived in the country so there was no light from buildings, street lamps, or cars. Just quiet darkness.