God didn’t answer my prayers. Okay, I guess the appropriate way to write that would be God said no to my prayer. I really only prayed once, and no is an actual answer. (I forget that sometimes.) It seemed like
Life keeps chipping away at my hope. This past week, I rushed forward when I should have hit pause. Someone requested an online job interview, and I jumped on it despite the feeling of something not being right. After the
One chance. We get one chance to offer our first response. One chance to listen well. One first impression, one last day, one opportunity to love in how we react. I’ve heard that even though a person might not remember
I’ve been sick for the last few days. At first, I thought it was a cold, and then I jumped to the Coronavirus, and finally I landed on rabies (from my cat bite). However, I seem to have turned the
Tears splashed onto the fingerprints covering Jolie’s iphone. “What have I done?” The phone shook in her trembling hand as reality washed across her. “What was I thinking?” Bing. A Trevor text. “What in the world are you thinking? Delete
I’ve been wondering if I’ve gotten this warrior thing all wrong. Maybe putting up a good fight and not running away at first blood isn’t the goal. Could it be I’ve twisted my concept of what a warrior should look
How would you like it if someone created a vlog (video blog) about something you did wrong? They didn’t name you or show your picture, but you knew it was about you. They quoted a conversation word for word,
Being criticized hurts. I used to cry about it, but my skin is tougher now. As a writer, being critiqued is a necessity. You get familiar with it, and it doesn’t seem so life shattering anymore. I know the opinions
Maybe I’m being harsh. You know, all that love your enemies and deny yourself stuff. Maybe I should be okay with someone yelling at me as they speed by or calling me stupid when I keep pulling even though the
Don’t Bumble Your Humble I really messed up. It was one of those mistakes that makes you question a lot of things. And irony of ironies, my last blog was about getting a do-over. Little did I know I’d be
