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From and about women who love Jesus and want to share His message through Scripture, everyday inspirations, and relatable stories.
“Elvis! Wake up!” I yelled at my phone. Elvis wasn’t answering. Again. My son turned eighteen in August. Although it’s technically his senior year of high school, he only needed one class to graduate, so he enrolled at our local college full-time in the fall. Graduation was on the horizon, as long as he passed his stats class.
As a kid, I never really liked tug-of-war. From the sidelines, it always looked more fun than it was. The thrill of winning, of being stronger, would beckon me to come and take my place on the line. The moment I picked up the rope, though, I would realize I had once again made a mistake.
A friend is deeply involved in humanitarian work. He knows what it’s like to be poor. Perhaps that’s why he has an extra measure of compassion for people rendered invisible by society or the church. He and his wife are helpers—always lending a hand to friends, family, peers, and those who are less fortunate.
“Can you really not throw this away?” I say to my husband with irritation, holding up a crumpled piece of paper that I know, before I pick it up, is a list of groceries that he bought at the store.
After a hectic month in every aspect of my life, I was struggling to juggle my regular responsibilities. The multitasking that used to come easily for me caused stress, frustration, and discouragement. I was dropping balls and missing marks—falling short in so many areas.
I’ve always learned things the hard way. Injured my corneas by not using rewetting drops before removing my contacts? ✅ Bleached my hair white (and broke a good bit of it off) because I didn’t read the directions? ✅✅
“Shoot for average and fail cheerfully.” Not the advice I expected from Stanford School of Business lecturer Dan Klein. Apparently, his odd words also unsettled his high-achieving students.
When you don’t know the name for something, things can get complicated. If my husband says, “Let’s go to that Italian restaurant we love,” I might picture Via Vite, the trendy Italian spot with an outdoor patio overlooking downtown.
For the past few years, my Christmas seasons haven’t looked like I wanted them to. Last year, a water leak necessitated the removal and replacement of the flooring in half my home—during the month of December.