I bet your world is full of holiday hustle, right?
During this season, in the midst of Christmas parties, plans, and pandemonium, I need to stop and breathe.

Okay, my husband has officially been told that his jokes are “Dad Jokes.”
Do you know what that means? Well, if you have a teenager, you probably do.

Dad jokes are well… how shall I put it? Dumb. Yep, they’re just flat out dumb. And, my husband has taken “dad jokes” to an all new, Olympic-sized level.
I’m writing this blog as I sip my third… count the mugs… third cup of coffee!
I woke up exhausted!
I finally got out of bed this morning after tossing and turning all night.
Insomnia is miserable, isn’t it? And, the most miserable part of insomnia is that you can’t sleep through it! (Wink) It just keeps you awake all night so you won’t miss a second of it!
I got an email with that as the subject line. Now, that will get your attention, won’t it?
It was from a woman whom I will call Veronica. She says she is a chronic worrier and has panic attacks. She reads her Bible and prays, but speaks really damaging self-talk to herself.
She needed some encouraging advice…
So, I spilled the beans on how to turn worry in to peace through prayer.
She stood in line with the other women attending the conference where I was signing copies of my book.
I knew there was something special about her when she arrived.
Since I cannot see, my husband signaled me with a pat on my back as he read her name tag to me.
But, before I could figure out what his signal meant, the woman standing in front of me introduced Julie.