Yesterday I told you about the kind stranger who I met briefly in the breakfast room during a recent motel stay. If you missed it, you can find that post here.
There is a second stranger to tell about. She was in that same breakfast room, and I saw her just a few minutes after my encounter with the near-sighted gentleman who we are calling stranger number one.
First, let me tell you that the breakfast room was not large, and it was set up to seat as many as possible.
I found myself in a motel breakfast room the other morning. You know, the kind where the breakfast is free with your stay. Now I've eaten in many of those. Some are pretty pitiful, and they can barely be called a breakfast. Cereal and bread that you can toast, with some watery orange juice. I had just been at one of those a few days before. I'm not complaining; I'm grateful.
But on this particular day, the stay was at a nicer motel (which I had gotten cheaper, lol.
Today is a big milestone for me. I am writing my one hundredth blog post. The very thought takes my breath away. I am humbled and amazed.
I began writing in January, and I have to tell you, I really thought I was just writing for myself. For my eyes and God's alone. Even my kids didn't know much about it at the beginning.
I had wrestled with God through a great storm of life. It had been a rough year. And once I had fully surrendered my situation to God, He began
I know that I promised to write about anger. Sooner. And now it's later. Phew! I can't get away with anything anymore. You guys certainly hold me accountable. :) That's a good thing.
I tend to write about the things that I am dealing with the most. And you know, anger doesn't rank very high up there for me. Read Anger and Fear. But I know that it's a real struggle for most people, so here goes.
Biblical ways to deal with anger:
1. Psalm 37:8 - "Cease fr
I've mentioned before that I'm at a place in my life where I sometimes have trouble saying that my walk with the Lord can any longer be called faith. I heard someone say something similar to that from the pulpit recently. It startled me a bit. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else in the world thinks like me. I mean, perhaps my way of thinking is off. The Bible tells us to walk by faith. (2 Corinthians 5:7) So if I am losing my ability to call this faith...
Well, God kn
After more than a week of not having the tv on except for the Orioles games, I turned it on yesterday afternoon. There is a news program that I like to have playing in the background as I get ready on Wednesday afternoons. I know the ebb & flow of the program. 'One More Thing' means that I should be walking out the door if I don't want to be late.
I didn't get to 'One More Thing'. I turned it off. At one time this was a must-see program for me-- one of my favorite s
Something amazing happened yesterday with the blog. Something that caused me to immediately weep. I was given a recognition and honor that I never would have thought possible when this website was first launched.
And then I had great need to immediately get alone with God, for I had crossed over into very dangerous territory.
God had prepared me just a few days before. I love how He is that way with me. He always prepares me. Just like I would never send my chi
I began writing yesterday about running. The introduction got a little out of hand, so today there will be none. :) Just read yesterday's post, and then we'll get right into it.
I have done my run/walk/run thing in many 5Ks, and I have the medals to prove it. I know that's not really far (3.1 miles), but they are always out in the real world, where breathing is an issue. So there is an element of needing to die, faint, or collapse with every race for me.
I suppose myself sometimes to be a runner. Okay, I'm a walk/runner at best. I probably would just be a walker and be done with it, but running is actually easier on my bionic hip than walking. I guess because the stride is shorter. So, I run. I run until I can no longer suck air into my lungs. Then I walk. I walk until I can breathe. Then I run.
Rinse and repeat.
The sucking-air-into-my-lungs issue is a teeny, tiny little bit of asthma. Maybe. Just a touch.
I guess that it's needless to say that my life was very busy when I was teaching two grades in the same classroom. It wasn't just that way for me, where first and second grades were combined. The third and fourth were together, as were the fifth and sixth. The three of us as teachers had a comradery, except by the end of the day we were too tired to discuss it. Lol!
After lunch and recess, I would get right back into teaching one grade while the other grade would work