Tag Archives: god moments
A lesson about sharks
There are people in the world who are truly zealous for your success. They will feed into your life in a way that is meaningful, as you do into theirs. Then there are people who act like they want you … Continue reading
Time is invaluable
So…today is my Oma’s birthday. I miss her…her voice, her soft skin, her stories… I wish that I would’ve taken the time to appreciate her more…and to *know* her better. She was a beautiful woman. Everyone who was blessed to … Continue reading
Being a Christian in the US today is rough.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not as rough as it is in Muslim countries. I can declare my faith openly here without fear of being killed, tortured, losing property or being imprisoned. Being a Christian doesn’t mean that I’ll lose … Continue reading
Do the hard things
Yesterday was the first true test of my new life. I was home, in my apartment, alone…alone with my own thoughts. That can be a scary place. I couldn’t get out of bed, for starters. I was, and frankly am, … Continue reading
New beginnings
This week is going to be a week of lasts for me. It is bittersweet. After 10 years, I am retiring from the dental industry…specifically from working in a dental office. I know more about periodontal disease, brushing, flossing, crowns … Continue reading
By Your stripes…
God has been doing a remarkable act of healing in my life lately. I didn’t realize it until the past week or so. I find myself comfortable in my skin. I am certainly no model, nor do I desire to … Continue reading
Yeah…sooo…
Here’s an update, since I’m being uncharacteristically quiet here on my blog. Mom is having round two of surgery on Oct 22. The surgeon wants to take another millimeter or two of tissue out from where the tumor in her … Continue reading
Be planted
On Sunday, a woman in church hugged me and said two words to me. Be planted. For my whole life, I’ve wanted to be planted. But I have this wanderlust issue. I always have always wanted to be somewhere … Continue reading
An American cliche I am
Today I feel like an American cliche. I speak out against American consumerism, but here I sit in Starbucks, sipping my nonfat no-water Chai tea latte, typing on my laptop, listening to my iPod, waiting for my Centro to ring. … Continue reading