I used to squirm when anyone mentioned accountability, much less suggested it. Maybe you, too, think accountability is a four-letter word…on steroids. And maybe your reasons for politely turning down offers to hold you accountable resemble the excuses I used to give: “I’ve got this, thank you.” “That’s for people who have a real problem, not a little challenge.” “I… Read More
I struggle with telling myself no. I’m great at talking myself into undisciplined and greedy behaviors, and I have a hard time refusing myself those indulgences. Let’s have a few more potato chips. Ok. Let’s skip exercising today. Hmm, ok. Let’s knock off work early and head over to Hobby Lobby. Great! Let’s rush through our time with the Lord… Read More
“Mom,” she said with a hint of impatience. “You’re doing it again.” I started to explain…to excuse my wordiness and interruptions and parenting voice. But then I took a deep breath, sat further back in my chair and picked up my coffee instead. “I’m sorry,” I huffed with exasperation. I wasn’t put out with my daughter. I was put out… Read More
I’m pretty accessible most of the week. Like a lot of gals, I keep my cell phone handy and respond to texts almost immediately. And if you email me, you’ll get a speedy reply, too. But on Thursday mornings starting around 10:20, don’t bother me. I have plans. Important, sacred, guarded plans. Around 10:20 a.m. on most Thursdays I’m pulling mugs… Read More
My friend Lilly sat across from me at Chili’s telling me about her upcoming vacation to Sedona, Arizona. She was happy to have the hotel booked and the trip officially on the calendar. And she was looking forward to her sister and brother-in-law joining her and her husband for the getaway. Excited for her, I assured her she would love Sedona. “You’ve been… Read More