When my oldest son, Clayton, was in high school, I found him lying on his floor instead of finishing a big English project.
“What’s going on?” I asked in disbelief. “What about your portfolio? Are you already done?”
He responded with a groan.
When my oldest son, Clayton, was in high school, I found him lying on his floor instead of finishing a big English project.
“What’s going on?” I asked in disbelief. “What about your portfolio? Are you already done?”
He responded with a groan.
If you’ve ever attended one of my Fresh Grounded Faith women’s events, you know that my guests and I always “Spill the Beans” during one of the sessions. We take the stage with a stack of your questions and answer them unplanned.
Well, sister, today I am spilling the beans with my stud husband, Phil, on the podcast—and, let me just say, these are some sizzling beans!
Have you ever had an idea or a plan or even your perspective bump into someone else’s idea, plan, or perspective?
I sure have! And, when that happens, crash! Suddenly, we find ourselves in conflict.
Several years ago, my friend Lisa texted me to say she was making me a Christmas gift. She wouldn’t tell me what it was, but she did ask, “If one word could become a reality in your life, what would it be?”
Of course, I wanted to pick the perfect word. So, I texted Lisa back, asking her to clarify. She responded with, “You pick the word you most want as a reality in your life. Only you know what it means to you.”
Girl, I have to say this took me a while! Mostly because I was embarrassed to admit the one word that kept coming to mind.
“Wanna do a concert in my hometown?” my friend, Lori, asked.
It was 1988, and I’d just recorded a CD. Lori thought it would be great if I could sing at some churches in the tiny Mississippi town she’d grown up in. So she then called uncles and aunts and cousins—and friends of uncles and aunts and cousins—until we had a whole hometown tour booked!
One of those nights, I was scheduled to sing in a coffeehouse. When we arrived, the manager warned me, “We could have a full house or nobody at all. I couldn’t afford to advertise.”
I told him I was just grateful for the opportunity. And it was true—at first.
We once had some really odd neighbors. Odd is not an insult, I promise! Sadly, “odd” really is my accurate neighborly analysis. It’s the only way to say it—and here’s why.
Every fall, a crudely constructed cardboard sign showed up in my neighbors’ front yard. They wrote across it in black magic marker, “Love Potion #9 for Sale.” It wasn’t a joke—at least not to them. The rest of us, well, we had no idea what it was or why they were selling it!
We wondered if this potion would help someone fall in love with you, or maybe it was the perfect formula to help you get those long-lost lovin’ feelings back into your relationship.