I was twelve years old when I learned how to breathe. Mrs. Rhonda Farver instructed me to put my hand on my upper chest just below my rib cage. If I was breathing properly, the dome-shaped diaphragm muscle would expand as I inhaled and contract as I exhaled. My chest and shoulders should remain…
I long to sit quietly at His feet and listen to His heart. But most days, I am running around like Raggedy Ann with a million things to do. I miss Him when I wake up late and rush off to work in the morning. I forget He is close by as I work through…
Photo Credit I woke up in the wrong lane this morning. Okay, I’d theoretically shaken off the slumber in bed a couple of hours earlier…. but at some point, I got in my car fully clothed and was apparently sleep driving. I backed out of the driveway with my eyes open, but my mind was…
Years ago, I came across a prayer that captured my need for Christ perfectly. I printed out its words and tacked it to the bulletin board besides my bunk bed in my college dorm room. “Dear Lord, So far I’ve done all right. I haven’t gossipped, haven’t lost my temper, haven’t been greedy, grumpy, nasty,…
Photo Credit “Why am I so exhausted tonight?” my husband asked as he collapsed on the hotel bed. We’d taken a few days off to celebrate his birthday and recover from a very busy month at work. I yawned in response, “We cheated on the diet twice today. Remember?” For 4 months, we’d towed the…
Photo Credit When Bruce told me that he was not feeling well, I went into “fix-it” mode. I pulled out the vitamin C and Tylenol, and then I texted my closest friends and asked them to pray. Three of my friends suggested trying essential oils. My phone was dinging all day with suggestions of…