This week God had a message for me and it was loud and clear. Every day, words, circumstances, Bible study, posts on Facebook, everything called to mind that life’s not fair. I grew up knowing this, happily quoting Billy Crystal’s line in The Princess Bride, “Who ever said life is fair? Where is that written?” It’s
Need a good ol’ fashioned dance party? Turn up the speakers and queue the Night at the Roxbury guys. …and 90s dance break! Man, that’s a weird video! I have no clue how this one ended up in my head, but I have to call out Haddaway (ah, one hit wonders never cease) on the
We sat around my in-laws’ dinner table, sipping coffee and sampling my latest baking experiment. The discussion meandered around to the topic of marathoning. My father-in-law, a talented poet, dug out some limericks, penned after several notable races, including his first half-marathon. He comedically recounted the experiences that anyone who has run races knows. Feeling
I have felt more connected to the people around me since I came out about my alcoholism online and shared my brokenness. The barrier of keeping up appearances has been lifted and I’m free to speak my mind, be myself and carry on as a blessed, intensely loved, child of God. I emphasize the word “child” because, in a sense,
I am always telling people, “I’m not perfect. I mess up all the time.” But, I always sense a bit of skepticism. A silent response that says, “But I see you on Facebook. Your kids are so cute, you’re happily married, you have great parents, you eat tons of fabulous food [insert your perception here]. All
