Have you ever considered suicide? I can’t say I’ve been there. Honestly, I’m too chicken to take my own life. But I have wrestled with similar thoughts: “I wish I were dead. I don’t want to go on.” “It would be better for everyone if I were gone.” “I’m too tired to go on. I have no desire to live… Read More
Did You Really Pray About That?
Sometimes I spend so much time thinking about something…mulling it over, worrying about it, investigating it, even talking out loud about it…that I feel like I’ve surely prayed about it. If you were to ask me if I’d prayed about it, I would almost assuredly insist that I had. I did…didn’t I? But I haven’t. I haven’t actually prayed about… Read More
When You’re in Unfamiliar Territory…and Go Dawgs!
I had anticipated such a magical day when my husband and I took our daughter Abby and our son Daniel to visit my alma mater during the Christmas holidays. I had purchased four tickets to the University of Georgia vs. Clemson men’s basketball game (we all four love college hoops!), checked online to see if my favorite greasy spoon diner was still in operation and… Read More
Because Hurt People Hurt People
Quite honestly I was still licking my own wounds when I heard about hers. And my wounds had been inflicted by her words, her careless treatment of my family and her unfounded attack on my husband’s character. But when my husband received the phone call telling him about the distress she was in, he did what he always does. He… Read More
Hurt but Holy
“I’m just so hurt…and angry. We’re supposed to be family, but they don’t treat me like family,” she said. “They treat me like I’m the girl their son is dating…like I’m someone he brings along with him…and I won’t be there next time. But we’ve been married for two years!” She poked aimlessly at her salad then put her fork… Read More
And You Just Wanted Relief…
My daughter Abigail had been sitting in a wheelchair in the emergency room all night when she was finally wheeled back to an examination room. For hours she had grimaced and endured pain, quietly weeping off and on. Her twisted ankle throbbed even though she had elevated it and iced it through the night. All she wanted was relief from… Read More
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