The Hands Tell the Story
Just yesterday, when I was with my hairdresser, we had a conversation about aging. I said I didn't like saying what my exact age was because usually, I hear the remark, "You don't look that old for your age!"
Just yesterday, when I was with my hairdresser, we had a conversation about aging. I said I didn't like saying what my exact age was because usually, I hear the remark, "You don't look that old for your age!"
Would you like to join me in discovering some of the good we never expected in this growing old?
What fears do you have? What weaknesses are you experiencing? What help do you need?
It’s a different situation and time, but I have to reflect on brave words I’ve said in public.
Just a reminder my book launch for my newest book--A Trustworthy Anchor: God's Hope & Encouragement in the Storms of Life--a forty-day devotional is one week from today!
The first time I read that passage, I was in a tough place in my first marriage.
I'm working on a new project. I believe it is something I can do and want to do. But sometimes, as I study my project, I am daunted by the task.
She slammed the door. I screamed in agony as I looked at four distinct dents in my fingers. Pain exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. I
This morning, I read about trusting God in frightening and precarious situations and how many of the characters, who were real people, depended on the strength that God gave them.
As we drove home, we discussed our experience with the mysterious skier. We hadn't seen him going up the canyon. He didn't ski down to the road either. He just disappeared.