Don’t slip on someone else’s banana peels! Let them be bananas, crazy, obscene, irrational, and belligerent! You don’t have to go there! The next time someone asks you what your mental boundary looks like―picture a wall of banana peels.
God answers our prayers with a yes, no, maybe, or later. This one was a yes, and it came later, and he definitely helped me to release a stronghold.
Among the homeless, as it is in our typical society today, there are "bad" and "good" people, of course. People take advantage of others. People frequently bend the truth to get their point across, or when they seek help. We all must use our best judgment in life, protect ourselves, in every circumstance, no matter where we are. We must rule our actions with our brains, not by our feelings or emotions from our hearts.
Thank you for your words, trust God, trust Jesus. The world cannot be trusted. So, we don't love it and life's circumstances. We love you!
I talked about how I know this as a succinct distraction from Satan. A deflection from the enemy. A deviation from a focus on God, instead it is an (idolization) on COVID-19.
Social media screams out overt judgment on wrinkles. If you are an older woman with wrinkles, you must smoke or imbibe in alcohol on the heavy side. Right? Or, you could be eating the wrong diet, or perhaps you don’t use the latest and best anti-aging cream. Lord forbid, you have wrinkles!
They are a pair. They perch on the rooftop in blistering 103° Central Texas heat in a display of love, oblivious to their environment, which is often a jungle of noise (a plane, a car or truck whizzes by), strong breeze, and a neighborhood that man built. The sun comes up, the sun goes down. … Continue reading Lessons From the Birds
I find aging, or the topic thereof, interesting. When I was in my early 20’s I couldn’t wait to grow a little older. Being young can be tough, especially in an office workplace setting. I was at the bottom of the totem pole, and I knew it. I typed invoices on a manual typewriter and … Continue reading Musings on Aging
Sometimes I wonder where we crossed the constant connection line. I remember when my mother had a tan-colored phone that hung on the kitchen wall. It was a rotary dial. There was no answering machine. If people called while you were out, nobody got mad, and nobody got worried. The caller attempted to call at … Continue reading The Good and the Bad of Constant Connections
I brought my satchel of notes and planner with me. I had decided to turn a chair or two into office space as I sat in the waiting room in anticipation of a one-hour stay. An elderly couple caught my attention as they helped each other walk into the room. When they sat down, the husband placed … Continue reading 50 Years of Entwined Fingers