I was up early as usual, reading and sipping my coffee. I heard my husband’s alarm go off. A few minutes later he shuffled through the living room. “Morning came early,” he mumbled as he dragged himself up the stairs to shower.
I had to laugh. Yes, Monday is the hardest day of the week for most. The harsh reality of the working world, after a couple of days off. Continue reading Monday Blues
Has it been a long week for you? Are you feeling out of steam, tired, worn out? Do you long for the weekend so you can rest and relax?
Often the weekends don’t even provide for that break you are craving. Let’s face it, we usually spend that time playing catch-up for things we couldn’t get done during the week. Grocery shopping. Yard work. Home maintenance. Laundry. Paying bills. Parents spending their time shuttling kids around to various activities and sports. Looking in on relatives. It can be exhausting.
If only you had more energy. What to do… Continue reading Running On Empty?
Recently my husband and I decided to take a day trip down to Maryland. There was a thick fog in the morning when we left. As we crossed the Ben Franklin Bridge, all we could see were the supports of the bridge and a few cars in front of us.
I turned to the right to look out the window at the view. Nothing. There was nothing except a thick grey curtain. I knew everything was there, I just couldn’t see it. The river, the city, the factories, the hotels and boats. All there, but they couldn’t be distinguished through the veil. Continue reading Are You There, God?
We were taking my mother (aka Grammy) home one night. It was a routine drive through some residential back roads. Suddenly, a car flew across an intersection directly in front of us. I instinctively slammed on the brakes. The driver had run a stop sign and was going full speed ahead. He missed barreling into our car and t-boning us by two seconds. The thought of this set my heart to pounding.
I pulled off to the side of the road. Heart still racing, I said, “Let’s pray”, to my mother and daughter, who was buckled in the back seat.
“Dear Lord, thank you for saving our lives tonight, in the name of Jesus, Amen.”
We continued on our way, although I was still shaking. I recounted what had happened, as I needed to process it myself and I wanted my young daughter to understand the significance. If we had passed through that intersection just two seconds sooner, I most likely would have been killed or critically injured. Continue reading Is God Trying To Get Your Attention?
