Sometimes I just wonder at life. Why does life have to be so mean sometimes? Why do people hurt each other so often and many times it’s done among people who are supposed to love each other first and most. So, before, I’ve written about the Pace of Life… the ebb and flo if you will. Why do people have to be so harsh and other times also so carefree? It’s almost laughable that I can count on both hands the times an offense has been committed in this household in the last 48 hours. I have some answers here, just wait for it! I know life is hard. I fell into a coma when I was 10 years old and I slept for 6 days. Doctors said I was dead as a door nail. My parents never gave up hope. Then I recovered fully. When I was 15 I got lost and disoriented and dehydrated all in one night at a rock concert. Doctors today say I had a mental breakdown. It is the key to my ever...

I know in this world there is pain. I have had pain. In this world there is suffering. I have suffered greatly. In this world there is death and dying. I died to myself and must die daily. But even with all that, there is a beautiful generic beauty in all of creation that even I sometimes miss. To learn to love and be loved in return is something so natural and lovely, Almost a natural reaction in the realm of relationships. Why can’t we be better people by loving each other and yearning for glory? Love actually, every thing that breathes and hold tight what makes sense. Now, I have written a journal entry from today’s events and I hope you like it! Wow, God! You did it again. You show up, and take control like You always do. Be my Christ, my all, my EVERYTHING. You are the God of second chances, won’t You take a chance on me? You are beautiful Oh, my Saviour. So good...

Sometimes I am inclined to think this life is all about me. Every part is so invigorating but life can get super tough at times. Hard and sometimes downright nasty. There are great things, wonderful things that make me write songs, and then there is a death in the family, so to speak. Where someone I dearly loved left us to her demise. Am I right? Some things in life that happen to us are too wonderful to explain. A smile at the grocery store, an encouraging word from an unlikely friend, or a hug from a trusted ally and new relationships help make the day better. The ups and downs of life (which I’ve written about before) crowd in and suffocate us either positively or negatively. So what is it then about people and relationships that drive us to succeed or fail? Hold your friends close and your enemies closer, right? So why all the drama in between these moments? Must we suffer...

Fast, slow. Go, stop. Wait, run. All these and more are the messages we get from our instantaneous culture. Instead of hurrying to the cross when I encounter problems. Should not that be the first thing we do? Run to the cross? But what if we accepted others for the way they are and stopped trying to fix people? What if we never hurried and instead, remembered to laugh and love more while having patience, and to hate less? I know our world would be a better place if only we did this. It’s one choice at a time. Trying to live at peace with all men. I’m preaching to the choir, I know, but hang with me on this. What if life wasn’t all about me and mine and more about we and ours. What if we were more like a fan, circulating the air and people around us, making it more pleasant for everyone. This is as appose to just a seat heater in the car. A fan makes everyone in the...

I was challenged by my husband to write about a 100 words a day and I thought I’d take him up on that. What does being cheerful mean to you? I think of myself as a young girl hands in pockets skipping down the lane in a apple orchard field. Sometimes it is not always easy to be happy and peppy and bursting with joy, but even so complaining and murmuring doesn’t procure anyone anything! Instead it is important to laugh when you think of questioning a God that loves you enough to know how to give good things to us. It may be that crotchety old neighbor lady or some punk kid that can’t remember to not cut through the lawn, but the important thing to remember is that they are people too and deserve to be treated with respect and love. So next time you are thinking to complain and murmur try to let your light shine instead!   Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash...