What in the world is a tag line? I've been working with a public speaking coach, Amy Carroll* who said the first thing we need to do is figure out what your tag line is. A tag line is sort of like a brand, you know like "Milk, it does a body good" or "Have it… Continue reading Opening the Gate To Hope Through Shared Brokenness
Ever had a really good cry then said, "Wow I feel so much better?" When I first surrendered my life to Jesus I found myself crying buckets of tears. It really bothered me! I was concerned about others seeing me and my weepy mess. One day as I was apologizing to my friend standing beside me at… Continue reading There is Healing in Your Tears
With my heart pounding, I held the phone receiver to my ear rehearsing what I might say. Finally a woman's quiet voice answered. "Hello Mrs. M.? This is Tina, Ronna's friend from second grade. "I want to thank you for caring enough to invest in my life when I was 8 years old." Forty-six years ago… Continue reading Does It Really Matter Anyway?
Hey Mom! Is this a good time to talk?” That’s what I heard last week when I answered my phone. Sure, I always love when one of our kids calls to talk! “I know you’re just trying to help but sometimes it feels like you’re trying to take over.” Uh oh! Maybe I don’t have… Continue reading Hijacked Emotions and Thoughts
Have you ever found yourself dreaming about what it would be like to trade in your life? Dreaming if only you could be somewhere else? Do something else? Be someone else? I mean, isn’t the grass always greener on the other side? In last week’s “Follow Me” blog, I shared my response to Jesus'… Continue reading Is the Grass Really Greener on the Other Side
Picnic baskets have always fascinated me. How do you pack the perfect basket? Lunch for two, three, four or more? Maybe some fried chicken legs, cheese, grapes, and oh how about pumpernickel squares. Cool drinks, glasses, plates, forks, knives, red checkered tablecloth, vase for wildflowers. Gather it all up, get your basket out, start to… Continue reading Life Ain’t no Picnic or Is It?