We know that each fingerprint is unique, right? We see that truth repeated in just about every cop show or suspense novel. But have you ever considered that we also have a unique spiritual fingerprint? That our God has not only created our fingers to be completely different than any other human that ever walked the earth (or ever will), but also …
How To Choose Your Friends
How do you pick your friends? Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Mo? Draw straws? Rock, Paper, Scissors? I recently spent a whole week with six friends at North Carolina’s Outer Banks. All but one came because they were writers, but I was fascinated by the chemistry that developed between these women–the swirling of my various worlds that collided under one roof. It was interesting …
How Does God “Handle” You?
Big Mistake It began when I told my husband I’d given one of our daughters advice about how to “handle” a young man she was dating. A female trick of the trade. Every man is different–like a fingerprint–so each one needs slightly different tactics to soften their rough edges…blah, blah, blah… I should have realized a man wouldn’t appreciated it. In fact, MY …
Can’t We Just Get Along?
Do you consider yourself prejudiced—racially biased? I had no idea I held any prejudice in my heart until a precious African-American friend lovingly showed me how my attempts to embrace her actually mirrored historic attempts at forced conformity. I thought respecting her as an equal meant saying, “You are no different than me.” Not true. To truly respect my dear …
There All Along
Is there a person in your house that always finds the lost item? Everyone else may have looked for the ketchup in the refrigerator and can’t find it—but this person opens the door and snags it from behind the soy sauce. Perhaps you hear, “Honey, I can’t find my black belt!” So you smile, nudge aside your beloved, shove over …
Opportune Moments
“Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans,” said John Lennon. Well, I would never call it Scripture, but it’s certainly true. I was an active mother of two teen girls and a pastor’s wife with a busy speaking ministry of my own. Fibromyalgia had reduced my crazy-meter two clicks below hysterics, but my family and I were …