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No thanks, I can do it myself

I have a love-hate relationship with our local Target’s self-serve lines. They lure me with the no waiting temptation and then they frustrate me when they don’t register I’ve bagged something and the voice comes on and says: Please wait for assistance Everything stops. Sometimes the clerk is near and sometimes she’s busy with another customer. The frustration mounts that this stupid thing can’t register that I moved a bag and aggravation at myself that I fell for the lure of speed – again. Today the clerk was busy elsewhere and the voice kept repeating ‘please wait for assistance’,‘please wait for assistance’,‘please wait for assistance’. The whole point of this...

Delighting in the strength around me when I’m weak

Tell me the story simply, As to a little child, For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled. It isn’t the body that is weak but the spirit. Tired and weary as the old hymn says. Made weak from the news, real and fake, weak from uncertainty, and even weak from caring. But I take heart in the strength of Jesus. He puts others in my life to speak words of encouragement or an unexpected bouquet of flowers. He brightens my day with a phone call with my daughter, a funny photo of our son celebrating his dogs 3rd birthday. All of my life is filtered through the...

Time flies but love lasts

Forty years ago today he said confident words to me. Something about seeds of love being planted and I was thinking skip the poetry just say it. He did, the exact words I don’t recall, but he asked this 19-year old girl to marry him and I said yes. It was a scared yes but I carried scars from my parents divorce. Did I really know what love was? I said yes, if.  We’d been two months when he proposed. TWO! So my yes, if was if we could wait to announce our engagement. We weren’t strangers. We’d known each other from church, there’d been some flirting and me eyeing...

Because the small things matter

There was a moment the world seemed to feel bigger and smaller at the same time. Bigger, in that we seemed to be on our own, our great big country with its big ideas and advancements enjoying the American dream. Smaller, in that we didn’t have immediate access to the rest of the world. Technology changed that. Reporters appear on screen live from Russia offering commentary on our recent election. Sporting events are telecast in real time from all parts of the world. Social media allows me to see instant posts from friends in Peru and Malawi. Our world has shrunk. At times it feels crowded and we wonder how anyone will notice the...

He isn’t safe, but he’s good.

I was greeted by this notification when I opened Facebook: Your friends want to know if you’re safe. Mark yourself safe. It was the day a man walked into our airport in Ft. Lauderdale and began shooting people. The first time I saw this notification was a year ago when one popped up telling me a friend living in Orlando had marked himself safe in the assault on the nightclub there. Whether it’s a natural disaster or man-made tragedy we’re now offered a way through social media to assure our family and friends we’re safe. Declaring this to be sure only speaks to our physical state. Feeling safe inside is another...

What noise do you need to fight through to find peace?

It’s 8 a.m on a weekday when I go to our patio to soak up the morning sun. The palm trees barely move in the still air but sun is already warm on this February day. I take my iPad to read, still trying to recover from all manner of yuckiness with a sinus infection. I lean back in the lounge chair to the sounds of morning traffic on the other side of our privacy fence. I see the top of a semi transporting something, a garbage truck rumbles by and a motorcycle loudly speeds on, identified only by sound. The whir of morning commuters doesn’t stop. A lawn service...

‘Breathe In – Breath Out’ repeat

He’s up at 4:30 a.m. I cover my face with his pillow trying to hide my eyes from the edges of light around the door. I sculpt a small opening where I can breathe. I’m given to overthinking, the kind that breeds anxiety. This gives way to hiding my feelings because what good Christian admits to worry? Doesn’t that mean we aren’t trusting God? Yes, I’ve wrestled with that a bit until I can’t hide it so I confess it and that’s when I breathe. Sometimes it’s a one word text shared between my cousin and me: “breathe” we remind each other. And what we really mean is exhale. We suck in...

Learning to Love ‘These People’

“Mama, are you going to give that man some money?” We stopped for after school Icee’s at the corner convenience store. The homeless man stood at the corner in his rumpled, dirty clothes and his blank stare. “No. We don’t give money to those people.” I continued the education that had been given me as a child. These people were different. They’re on drugs or drunks. They’re not like us. My parents worked with these people, as my husband and I do now. These people I once thought so different. When the dirt is washed away, when there’s food in their belly and light in their eyes; when they have...

Just above a whisper {Church, music and me}

I volunteered at a radio station as DJ for a couple of years. My friend who trained me told me the importance of pacing the music. You didn’t want to play three slow songs in a row or three fast ones. He didn’t need to tell me, I learned that from church. There’s a flow you try to create for the service. You don’t sing a rousing ‘When We All Get to Heaven‘ before the prayer. This is the time you prepare for an ‘attitude of prayer‘ and sing a prayer chorus. Sometimes the chorus would be sung a few times and the preacher might say, “this time let’s sing it...

Is anyone in control?

It’s enough to make me silence the news. There is fake news, alternative facts and more chaos and confusion that can make you ask, “Is anyone in control?” I thought you had this God. I thought you’re the one in charge. You set this ball of earth spinning but have you walked away? There was a time I thought I was in control. I can still give that impression. When you speak with an ounce of confidence, have your lipstick on straight and smile you can fool a lot of people. Sometimes, I’ve fooled myself. There’s the control we try to have when we say this is the way it’s...