It’s time to wrap up our series entitled Hold On to Your Fruit! I hope you have enjoyed the journey with me. There’s a Thai restaurant in our town which my husband and I frequent. The food is delicious, prices are reasonable, and the atmosphere is cozy. We …
Self-control … the last piece in the Hold On to Your Fruit! series. Ugh. Considering all the fruit of the Spirit, holding on to self-control is my biggest challenge. There are certain areas of my life where I easily lose control. Food, for one. Maybe it goes back to my …
Splat! Blueberries bounced and rolled at the end of the check-out lane, quickly occupying the floor to the wall. Mom stood speechless. Her older boy, maybe eight, was wide-eyed, and a younger boy, around five, stood tugging at Mom’s sweater, looking up at her as if to say, “I didn’t …
How are you doing? Are you holding on to your fruit? We’re more than halfway through the fruit of the Spirit, and today we’re talking about faithfulness. Hachiko the dog is known around the world for his unwavering faithfulness, but maybe you’ve missed his story or heard it and forgot …
A continuation of the Hold On To Your Fruit series – Goodness Love, joy, and peace are given to us, received by us, through the Holy Spirit. They are fruit produced in us when we walk in the Spirit of God. They are essential in our lives if we are …
“Would you push me,” a first-grade boy said to my husband, Ed. “I won’t push you, but I’ll teach you how to swing,” Ed said. “But I can’t swing by myself.” “You can. I’ll show you.” The last few weeks we’ve looked at love, joy, peace, and patience. Now, let’s …
Are you holding on to your fruit or is it slipping away? How is your patience? Feeling restless, frustrated, or irritated? Angry, anxious, or stressed? Many of us are more familiar with these attributes and symptoms than we care to admit. But, if impatience encompasses the list above, then patience …
Hurricane Harvey hits Houston. Historic. Heartbreaking. Unprecedented. Unrelenting. Unbelievable. Epic. Catastrophic. Beyond imaginable. A nightmare. Words can hardly describe this unparalleled event–what people have experienced. Flooded streets. Impassable roads. Stranded men, women, and children. Animals seeking dry shelter. Over 1,700 miles away, there is little I can do. Except …
How do we hold on to joy in the midst of trials? It was December 17, 1997. Mom was going in for a hip replacement—a routine surgical procedure. I had come home a day early from Key West to be with Mom the night before. We spent a quiet …
Love … God first. Then others. Recently, my friend and writing partner, Heather, shared a roadside encounter with a victim of Alzheimer’s. An encounter she might easily have missed had she not been aware of her surroundings. After reading her post I wondered: How many of us would have driven by …