Bonnie is a wife, mother of three grown children and Grammie to five amazing boys. She has dubbed herself a Grace Herald who will always be a teenager at heart after working with the teen and college age groups in her church for more years than she wants to admit. She says that teaching those students gave her the incredible opportunity to both grow in her understanding of scripture and to share what she learned. Bonnie has considered herself a Christian her whole life, but she did not always know about grace, and once she discovered that Good News, telling others became her greatest passion.
I recently began seeing a chiropractor for what turned out to be a compressed disc. He took routine x-rays to facilitate his diagnosis, and on the day he was to go over the results with me, I was placed in a conference room to wait for our consultation.
People have often tended, quite wrongly, to view me as saintly. I attribute that undeserved reputation to the fact I have always had a very strong sense of the kind of person I should be. I would describe my ideal persona as one who was conscientiously obedient and loving.
Last night was one of those nights when I had an unscheduled 3:00 a.m. Life Assessment session. You know, when you innocently roll over and snuggle down under the covers, fully expecting to drift gently back to sleep; then, out of the blue, you are pelted with concerns regarding your life...
Have you ever grown despondent from trying so hard to stop behaving in certain destructive ways, but always failing? Have you ever cried out in despair, “What is wrong with me?” Our fallen human condition has made all of us subject to passions beyond our control.
There’s a lot of family drama from Thanksgiving through New Years. Expectations are high. Feelings are worn on sleeves. With tensions running high, one wrong word can be like a lit match in a room with a gas leak.
Duke is my dog-in-training; although, sometimes I suspect I am actually his person-in-training. Regardless, we have both been learning a lot.
My husband and I just adopted Duke, a very cute beagle mix, from a nearby shelter. He is about three years old and was found wandering in a park several months ago. When no one claimed him he was put up for adoption, so no one really knows Duke’s history.
I'm having one of those days. You know, the kind where you're filled with confusion, guilt and fear? If you don't know what I'm talking about, just stop reading now.
Years ago a pastor friend of mine who felt betrayed by someone he trusted told me that he was under no biblical obligation to forgive his betrayer unless and until he asked for forgiveness.
I am not one of those people who can put together a jigsaw puzzle without using the picture on the box. I am completely frustrated if I can’t see how it is supposed to fit together.