“If you’re struggling with anxious thoughts, your Savior sees you.” That’s what my friend Suzie said, and I said, “Yes! Tell me more!”
And, she did. So, I invited her to coffee today because I want — need — to hear her encouragement and I know you do too. We can all let worry lead us to all the wrong places. So today, let’s put the worry behind us and the hope of Jesus before us – it will lead us to the peace we all need!
Pour your coffee, and I’ve saved you a seat, so pull up a chair. Lean back, relax — we’ll let Suzie Eller do the talking!
I wanted to make it all okay.
The problem is that it wasn’t okay.
I was doing all that I knew to do, and it wasn’t working. We were fighting together as a family, yet there was no formula. There was no set pattern to success. There wasn’t an “I’m out of here” option, because it was someone we loved.
One morning I tried to pray, but I couldn’t sit still long enough. My legs matched my anxious thoughts as I paced the carpet.
When my son Connor was six years old, he wrote a hilarious Christmas wish list.
I still remember his creativity and boldness in choosing the many, many, many, many items. I smile when I think back to the wintery day he asked to get out my laptop and type out his Christmas list for him. He stayed serious and thoughtful as he dictated each item.
When I found it recently, I laughed out loud and thought you may get a kick out of it too.
“Hey Ya’ll!” That was what was painted all cute and crafty on a big burlap bag in my hotel room when I arrived in Pasadena for our last Fresh Grounded Faith of this year. What a way to be welcomed, and what a way to wind up a great season! I tell you, that bag was bigger than I was, but, what did I expect? Everything really is bigger in Texas! That meant the blessings were big, too.
Thank you to Daniel Rivera for the beautiful photos! To see the entire Facebook album, click here. For those of you who joined in the photo booth fun, you can access your photos here.
Forgetful. That’s me! The thing that drives me crazy about being forgetful is that I can’t remember what I forgot! How about you?
I forget my kids’ names. I forget phone numbers and appointments and birthdays. So, I write down all that important stuff (not my kids names, I really do know those) and then I forget where I put the paper. Girl, it’s bad sometimes!
I’ll get right to it. My husband, Phil, has always been a great guy, but there was one big issue with his greatness. He was perfectly capable of dropping his dirty clothes in the hamper, which has always been placed conveniently in our closet. But did he ever do this simple thing that he was perfectly capable of doing? Nope. Most of the time, he dropped his dirty clothes right in front of the clothes hamper. Right in front.
At first, I tried to handle it with humor. I conducted a dirty clothes protocol seminar in our closet.
I invited him into the closet with me, where I used exaggerated gestures while standing varying distances from the hamper, all the while counting out loud how many seconds it took me to toss laundry into the basket rather than in front of it. Of course, I also pointed out that even though I cannot see, I rarely missed.
Have you ever had squeaky cheese? I had my first taste of Wisconsin’s squeaky cheese, plain and fried! Also, we had a dusting of snow while we were there Friday evening – winter is near!
Thank you to Julie Hanson for taking such beautiful photos for us! To see the entire album on Facebook, click here. If you joined in the fun at the photo booth, find your pictures here.
We just wrapped up our fifth Fresh Grounded Faith of the fall season, and it was a great weekend! The Good Lord gave the vision of this conference to a 100-seating-church lady, Jeanne Wagner. She stepped out in faith and found our host venue High Point Church with Heather Thompson co-leading the event with her. It was such a blessing to see how the Lord used them mightily! I am so proud of them.
We often feel stressed and fearful and disappointed. And, we don’t always feel capable of the small things we need to do — much less the big things that our soul really needs, like trusting God and praying. I know, I have been there.
When I was facing all the unknowns that go with a lumpectomy, the simplest tasks felt complicated; the most ordinary decisions seemed to take extraordinary effort.
These were some of the happiest women I have ever been around! They loved big, laughed hard, and listened to every word with open hearts. I love them!!
Thank you to Cheryl Belcher for the beautiful photos! To see the entire Facebook album, click here. For those of you who joined in the photo booth fun, you can access your photos here: Day 1 and Day 2.
I had said yes one too many times and my life was too full for me to pull it off. I was forgetting appointments, neglecting my family and feeling like I was so busy that all I had time for was guilt.
Ever felt like that?
Busy. It’s such a loaded word, isn’t it?
Some people think busy is a bad word! When a woman says she is “way too busy,” it can be code for “I have no balance in my life and it is totally out of control!” Some women wear busy like a badge, as if her level of exhaustion and the number of things on her to-do list indicate her level of importance and her amount of significance.
Busy is relative. For one woman, busy may be a hair appointment on the same day she has to grocery shop. For another woman who starts her day at 6:00 AM and follows her first cup of coffee with six appointments, four phone calls, her part-time job, car-pooling the kids, and making dinner, the thought of being busy never even enters her mind! She still has time and energy to spare.
There’s not just one way to define busy. The definition of busy is as individual as each woman.