My friend Virginia and I have known each other a long time and we share many interests. When we come up with an idea, we run with it. That has resulted in co-authored e-books, seminars, countless brainstorming sessions, praying together and loving life. For about five years, she had mentioned her desire to visit a hat shop in Chicago. In a world of automatation and imports, this place was a craftsman's palace, touting Chicago's finest handmade hats. They had been worn by the Hon.
My in-laws are in their mid-eighties. I've known them longer than I knew my own parents who died when I was a teen. I call them Mom and Dad and they have lovingly filled a gaping hole my own own heart. In recent visits, they would ask us to sit and watch their favorite videos with them. They love the Gaither Vocal Band, particularly the Homecoming series. It's a unique thing to watch them in their lounging chairs singing songs about Heaven with expressions of wistful
I came to the Lord through reading a Gideon Bible I had stolen from a hotel in San Francisco. I was on my honeymoon with my first husband, having gotten married the first time when I was 19. Of course the marriage was a disaster, born out of insecurity and confusion after losing both of my parents in my late teens. I've forgiven myself for the lack of judgment and I know the Lord has as well, but back to my Gideon story. I clearly remember putting the Bible in my suitcase and thinking, "I
What’s your life plan? What are the big dreams you dream for your life? How about the kids? Does their future hold grand greatness? This type of thinking is everywhere in our culture – both in and out of the church. We are counseled to go for the gold and reach for our dreams. These are good things, but are these the best things? I think sometimes we put ourselves and our children under undue stress and cloud their thinking. Life becomes a burden to figure it all out with some master
At a women's prayer morning at church, all eyes were lowered, deep in contemplation. I snuck glimpses at the other women to see how they were praying. I caught a glance of several women with beautiful hair, fashionable hair and hip boots. Then I looked at the arm of my shirt and noted that it was inside-out. Not an unusual occurrence for me, like the time I left my skirt tucked into my panty hose leaving the ladies room before speaking to an audience. My husband says I need a minder. I