Can I Really Be Thankful in All Things? [Episode 11]

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When I was a little girl, one of our family’s holiday traditions was that my brothers and I each got to open one gift on Christmas Eve.

Every year, we spent most of December carefully examining the presents that appeared beneath the tree. And, by Christmas Eve, the gift we had chosen to open was the most coveted one under the tree!

Can I Trust God Even When He Doesn’t Seem Fair? [Episode 10]

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When my son, Clayton, was three years old, our local theater had a cheap summer movie series. They featured cartoon movies for just $2—and that included the popcorn!

Now, if you’re a new podcast listener, this might be a good time to tell you that I’m blind. And, by the third film in the series, I needed a way to entertain myself while Clayton and the friends we went with enjoyed the 90 minutes of cartoon silliness.

Can I Laugh When Life Isn’t Funny? [Episode 9 with Liz Curtis Higgs]

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Now, you might assume that one of the fringe benefits of blindness is that I can’t tell when I’m having a bad hair day. Not so! I don’t have to see my hair in the mirror to know that it looks ugly—I can feel it!

And, as I was preparing to speak at a local women’s event one day, I was feeling it! I knew my hair looked bad.

Can I See the Good Even on a Bad Day? [Episode 8]

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I once made the world’s worst casserole.

Oh, girl, I am not exaggerating! The recipe called for milk, but I ran out and used buttermilk instead. Bad idea.

But, my sweet family tried to be so mannerly and gracious as they swallowed each sour, sticky bite! After all, it was Christmas Eve and they were on their best holiday behavior.

Can I Keep Worry From Destroying My Peace? [Episode 7]

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“What is that on your arm?” gasped Kim, my faithful nail tech for the past ten years. “I’ve never seen it before. You need to get that looked at!”

I had no idea what Kim was talking about, so I asked.

“A mole. Feel it!” she said, as she took my free hand and dragged my finger across the top of a tiny, bumpy mass. “It’s irregular in shape. I know that isn’t good.”