When I was diagnosed with cancer five years ago, one of the things people asked me was whether or not I was really okay. I blogged about it, I shared my story with others as I was living through it, and I took advantage of the opportunity to spend more quality with the people I loved.
At any point on any given day, that’s pretty much what we’re feeling. We feel it as a nation. on our jobs, in our families…and it doesn’t feel good. When we turn on the television we’re faced with images of politicians who are ranting, people who are hoarding, and communities that are suffering as a result of a worldwide pandemic.
Every year it never fails. We set out to make changes, do things, and go to places that will make us better people. The resolutions, the healthy diets, the workout regimens, and the fasting are just a few ways that we try to accomplish these things.
While I usually subscribe to the improving myself philosophy and jump on the bandwagon January 1, this year I wanted to do something different. I want the changes I make not only benefit me, but I also want them to benefit others as much as possible. Continue reading “Change the World. Start Today.”→
When I was in the 9th grade, the seniors were absolutely amazing. There was nothing they couldn’t do. 12th grade boys were tall, handsome, and oh so knowledgeable about life. 12th grade girls were intelligent, funny, stylish, and friendly.
They were who I wanted to be.
In my adult years, I’ve realized something fun and interesting. The same affinity that I had for the Class of 1987 years ago still exists today. Maybe it’s the assuredness about life they exude now that they are grown adults; maybe it’s the calm and insightful parenting techniques I’ve seen them employ; maybe it’s the very human challenge to balance work and family that I know they encounter every day.
They have a certain knack; a persona if you will, that I sense almost immediately.
Sound silly? Maybe, but it’s definitely true.
In the same way, older women are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers, not slaves to excessive drinking. They are to teach what is good, so that they may encourage the young women to love their husbands and to love their children,5 to be self-controlled, pure, workers at home, kind, and in submission to their husbands, so that God’s word will not be slandered.
It was a unexpected conversation with a friend. We both wanted make the world a better place and ensure we are living up to God’s desires for our lives, but we weren’t really sure if we were doing it. We talked about all the signs we had seen, our spiritual gifts. the need we felt to serve others, and the calling on our hearts. The best way I can explain it is that we each felt called to make the world better, to be better, and to do better. But we had absolutely no idea what that was. For me, it was exciting and strange at the same time – especially since I had no clue what we were supposed to be doing to acheive this goal. For my friend, it was just weird. And different. And strange. And that led us to an interesting conversation with two simple questions.
Is love a feeling or a decision?
The bottom line was that we knew if God placed the same feeling on our hearts, then the very least we could do is explore them and carry out His wishes. Especially since it led to the conversation where we discovered we both had the same bit of confusion about love. And for the record, we are not talking about hearts, roses, and candies that are associated with Valentine’s Day. We are talking about unconditional, agape love. The kind we are commanded to have in hearts. Yes, commanded.