So often in life we think we know exactly what we want, how things should go, where we want to be, how we’re going to get there, and who we must be to succeed. However, tonight as I was laying with my daughter, I realized that the best pieces of my life are pieces that
How is it that sometimes when you intend to help someone, you wind up hurting them? I’m asking this question this morning in light of an experience where I meant well in my honesty with a close relative of mine, but it somehow ended in my dining alone. As I sat alone at the table,
I think I finally understand how to live and it’s a matter of unraveling some of the stuff I’ve carried to this point in pursuit of what God has in store for me. I’d like to compare this process of life to a mummy. Yes, a mummy. Stay with me. We begin life with this
Does anyone really have it “figured out”? As I am going to therapy, soul searching, reading the bible, listening to Oprah’s soul sessions… I’m realizing that there is no such thing as having it all “figured out.” This is hard to take because I’ve always striven for the right answers. As an analytical spirit, I
Is there such a thing as everlasting happiness or is it something that people chase incessantly throughout life? Is that the joy of life… to steadily pursue the next joy. I used to think that happiness could be attained, but now I wonder if maybe happiness is ever elusive, something that is caught in moments